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So who's up for a game of Runtball?

Cheerleading? Do you even know me?

Oh come on, loosen up. Danny would probably enjoy the view.

Hush, you.

Sure he would. Until he was blinded by the sun reflecting off her pasty skin.

I can't help it.

Try going outside sometime, you'd be amazed at what the sun does to your complexion.

I burn easily. :|

Now, now. It's a good contrast to his darkish Mexican skin.

Cuban, Seifer. Cuban.

Yeah, whatever. ... Hispanic. There. Happy?

That works. :D

True.

I know.

FBI agent turned cheerleader...

It's almost like Miss Congeniality.

I don't think I'm coordinated enough for that.

Ah, have some faith in yourself. :P

Maybe. :P

It's possible I still know how, but high school was a long time ago and I'm definitely not 16 years old anymore.

Alright, then you don't have to do anything that might kill you! Just, uh... cheer us on, like the title suggests?

We'll see. :D

Heh. Taylor, you're like a damn kid!

It really was a long time ago for you, wasn't it?

I'm younger than you are, sweetheart.