Erika D'laney: You two need anything while I'm up?

*A tanned Erika D'laney called back over her round shoulder, a testament to her time in the Caribbean, as she headed towards the kitchen. A pair of denim jeans hugging her lower body while a Michigan Wolverines baby-tee clung to her torso. It had been a lazy afternoon in the Knight household with the majority of the days attention on college football... the Michigan/Ohio game in particular.*

November: Yeah I'll take another beer Eri, and Bryce here may need a towel to dry his eyes. Isn't that right sweetheart?

*Kyle beamed from his spot on the leather sectional as he popped a couple of peanuts into his mouth... an Ohio State ball cap resting on his head. Knight only looked over to him with a glare, the Michigan sweater covering his trunk very noticeable, before he turned his attention towards his fiancée.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Yeah could you get me something to hurt him with?

*He again looks back to Lee and scrunches up his face in disgust.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: You don't even like college football! You don't even know what the Ohio State mascot is! Take off the damn hat!

*Lee shrugs.*

November: Ehh... I may have found a new passion in life. After all anything that upsets YOU this much... has to be good.

*Bryce only grunts and snatching up the remote starts to move through the channels. He was trying to avoid sports all together now as Michigan's loss to Ohio seemed to be the only thing anyone wanted to talk about. He already had to watch the travesty today did he really need to be reminded of it every half-hour.*

*At about that same time D'laney moves back into the living room carrying a couple of alcoholic beverages. Gracefully she steps over the back of the sectional and sinks back down into her position between Bryce and Lee. She offers the beverages to the two men who happily relieve her of her burden.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Thanks babe.

November: Yeah, thanks Eri.

*The caps are popped and bottle caps are flung down on the coffee table next to Erika's bare feet.*

Erika D'laney: Welcome...

*She leans heavily into Bryce grabbing hold of his free hand between both of hers.*

Erika D'laney: So what's a couple of "legends" like you want to do now?

*She says with a small smile touching her lips. Lee meanwhile rolls his eyes as he takes a drink from his bottle. It had been the running joke around Knight's place ever since they watched Ai Mei's interview on Friday night. As far as they knew the term legend had never been attached to either of their names.*

*Bryce doesn't take his eyes off the plasma in front of him.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: I don't know... wallow in my "legendary" self-pity or something like that. What about you Kyle?

*Lee deposits his bottle on the coffee table and pushes himself up out of his seat.*

November: Think I'll go take a "legendary" piss.

*Erika only rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but Bryce actually chuckles as he looks over to Kyle.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Just make sure you "legendary" flush this time.

*Lee feigns shock and hurt.*

November: Dude... if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times. It was Erika.

*D'laney raises her head off Knight's shoulder slightly to look back over the sectional at the retreating Lee.*

Erika D'laney: You lie.

*Kyle doesn't respond as he rounds the corner leaving Erika and Bryce alone for the moment. Her head returns to his shoulder awhile he continues to flip from channel to channel. Disgusted in the quality of programming.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Tell me again why we have cable?

Erika D'laney: -sigh- So that you can watch your precious football in high-definition.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Oh yeah I remember now. Hey did you get the hotel reservations taken care of?

Erika D'laney: Of course. When have I ever let you down?

*A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. She notices and slaps him playfully across the chest.*

Erika D'laney: I didn't mean that you pervert.

*Knight shrugs.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Hey you said it not me.

Erika D'laney: Sure.

*She snuggles in closer to him as silence settles across the room. Finally Knight finds something and with a satisfied smile drops the remote to the coffee table. Another moment of silence passes before a thoughtful expression crosses D'laney's face.*

Erika D'laney: So uh... are your parents going to make it for Thanksgiving?

*Bryce nods.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Yeah, talked to dad this morning. They'll be here on the 22nd. I told them you'd be able to pick them up from the airport. Is that cool or should I...

Erika D'laney: No, no, no... that's fine. I'm sure your parents and I can entertain ourselves for the day while you're off fighting evil.

*Again Bryce nods.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: In my "legendary" spandex costume no less.

*This time Erika smiles.*

Erika D'laney: Um... are you going to invite Trevor?

*And just like that his good mood evaporates as his expression turns cold.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: I don't see why I should.

November: Why you should what!?!

*Lee bellows as he rounds the corner making a b-line for the sectional.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Nothing. How was your piss?

November: Oh real good. Some may even refer to it, and by some I mean you know the AOWF Community, as "legendary". Thanks for asking.

*And following in Erika's footsteps, but less graceful, Lee rolls over the back of the sectional to flop back into his seat. Erika turns her gaze towards Lee as he grabs his beer back up.*

Erika D'laney: It wasn't "nothing". I was asking him if he was going to invite Trevor to Thanksgiving.

*Lee drops the bottle away from his lips.*

November: Invite that piss-ant? Why? I mean he'll just ruin the festive mood. Bryce will go to cut the turkey and Trevor will speak out about some "new" and "innovative" method he's developed to properly carve a turkey. He'll cut off his thumb and we'll spend the next 10-hours in an emergency room somewhere enjoying Thanksgiving dinner from a vending machine.

NIGHTSTRYKER: You know you say all of that like you're even invited.

*Lee looks appalled as he takes another drink.*

November: Fine I'm not making my "legendary" cranberry sauce for you then.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Yeah that great... I'm afraid of your cooking anyway. Besides don't you have "family" somewhere that misses you?

*Kyle shrugs.*

November: Well my mommy still loves me, but I think my dad's growing senile. I called him the other day and he didn't have a fucking clue who I was. Seriously he was like, "I have a son?"

*He sighs as he drapes an arm around both Bryce and Erika.*

November: Besides we'll be in New York on the 22nd. I'm not even gonna try and fight the holiday rush at the airports to get back to LA. So looks like you're stuck with me.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Fine, but I don't want you cooking anything.

*Erika frowns. She'd allowed them to try and brush the subject under the rug, but she was determined. That's why the two of them were sitting in the same room right now and NOT trying to tear each others throat out.*

Erika D'laney: And uh... so you're not even going to call him? I mean you are the bigger brother... shouldn't you act like it?

*Bryce sighs heavily. Lee grins wickedly.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Babe the guy doesn't want to talk to me. If he did he would have already been flapping his lips in my direction, but he hasn't. I don't know he wants to blame me for all of his problems in life or something. Or I don't know just wants to separate himself from me so as not to be compared to me.

*Frustration is apparent in his tone as he hits the mute button on the controller. Turning towards Erika so that she's forced to sit up off his shoulder her looks down to her.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Hon I'm not going to call him up, invite him to dinner, and pretend like everything is fine. He's a fucking jerk and let's leaver it at that.

Erika D'laney: But baby he's...

*He cuts her off quickly.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: A jerk. Yes I know. Besides I'm sure he'll be celebrating the holidays with the Drake's/Twilight's/Lee's... I mean after all I have their black sheep dining with me.

November: Hey!

*Erika rolls her eyes.*

Erika D'laney: Fine. Go ahead then the both of you and keep swinging your manhood around. You'll eventually hit something with it, AND it'll hurt, AND then maybe you'll listen to my reasonable womanly logic.

November: Not bloody well likely, Eri. Because although we enjoy your company YOU do not have "legendary" status and as such your brain can't possibly comprehend the intricate workings of two "legends' such as ourselves.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Uh... what?

*Lee shrugs.*

November: I don't know, but it still made more sense then "paint by numbers".

NIGHTSTRYKER: Wha? I... How? Dude let it go already.

November: I'm just saying she happened to point out how lame your analogy was. To where my "water" comparison wasn't attacked at all. I mean you could almost say there was no way to attack my analogy it was just that damn good. I really am disappointed in you Bryce. I expect more from a legend.

*Erika smirks while Bryce just shakes his head and brings the sound on the TV back to life.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Bite me.

November: That's Eri's job.

*He offers Erika a sly grin. She just rolls her eyes.*

Erika D'laney: Oh no... I'm not getting involved in this. You two go right ahead and bite each other. Or whatever other homoerotic acts you may have in mind.

November: Hey now... just because we enjoy a good nibbling on occasion doesn't make us gay. I mean maybe a little fruity, but not gay like Other Kyle gay or even Ai Mei.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Now that's gay.

November: Or Roe gay, or Topher gay, or...

NIGHTSTRYKER: I think we get the point.

November: I know Other Kyle does!

*Lee looks to the both of them expecting applause.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: What you want a cookie? I think I heard that same "cut-down" on a fourth grade play ground.

*Kyle just shrugs, mumbles to himself, and takes a sip from his beer. Erika shakes her head.*

Erika D'laney: You guys are going to feel so stupid when you lose.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Thanks for all the support dear. Really appreciate it.

*Lee holds up a thumb.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: I mean we have been training... a little.

November: Speak for yourself Dough Boy. I've been training my ass off.

*Bryce cuts his eyes over tot he bottle in Lee's hand.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: Mmm-hmm... I can tell.

November: What this? Please an occasional drink on the weekend? It's not like I'm burned over 80-percent of my body, can barely walk, and look like something from a Darkman movie.

Erika D'laney: Good flick. I mean campy as all hell, but it was fun.

November: Totally.

*Bryce snorts.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: And that's why you two never get to pick the movie.

November: Says the guy who saddled us with Mission Impossible Three.

NIGHTSTRYKER: What? What was wrong with MI:3? I liked it.

November: Exactly... YOU liked it. Erika?

Erika D'laney: Well it was kind of the same recycled garbage hon.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Careful there babe... you're starting to sound like my brother.

November: Now that I think about it... yeah he does sound a little girlish.

*Bryce just shakes his head.*

Erika D'laney: I really hope you're going to be more respectful when his parents are here?

November: Of course I will. I don't personally have anything against the guy just you know I think he's a hypocrite.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Christ not this again.

*Lee deposits his empty bottle on the coffee table.*

November: Well fuck man it's true. he says he's Mr. Innovative. Says he's gonna change the sport and then he goes and picks up Mei and Douche Bag.

Erika D'laney: Douche bag?

November: Yeah Jon.

Erika D'laney: Wait why's he a douche bag?

November: Because I'm drunk.

*Erika raises her eyebrows.*

Erika D'laney: Oh... good reason then I suppose?

November: So... like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...

*He playfully glares at Erika.*

November: He's a hypocrite. Talks about change and then saddles up with those two. And hey they're accomplished in their own rights and blah, blah, blah, but come on... they do their job just like everyone else. Nothing new... nothing different.

Erika D'laney: And uhhh... you two are different?

NIGHTSTRYKER: Never said we were. We just do our job better than most.

November: EXACTLY!

*Bryce rolls his eyes and shakes his head.*

NIGHTSTRYKER: I shouldn't have said anything.

*Kyle continues.*

November: We do our jobs! We do them the same way it's always been done. Innovation? Fuck innovation. There's no such thing in this sport anymore. You fucking talk, they fucking listen, and then you fucking bash each others brains out. Some people present it one way, others another, but it's all the same. Give me an amen!

NIGHTSTRYKER: Amen.

Erika D'laney: So does that mean then that Jeff isn't doing something special? Something different then?

*That question gives pause to Kyle's rant as he slowly sits back in his seat and contemplates. It's a question that, in regards to this community, can only be answered if you look back to 1997 and follow the history. And while all the proof is there in how he, him, and they changed the people's perception in how they spoke to each other then and the years that followed... the question now was would anything they do now make such an impact?*

November: Absolutely he is. He's Jeffery "mother fucking" Drake.

NIGHTSTRYKER: Lame.

*End Transmission*