Lukas didn't really like football. On the upside, he didn't really dislike football either else he'd be a social outcast. He just didn't have the sort of personality to be a fan of the game. But, of course, this was high school, and there were little acts he needed to play out if he wanted to have a good view from the top of the social ladder. As far as Lukas was concerned, the cheerleaders were the best thing about these games, and he wasn't even into the cheerleader sort. They pretty much blurred into one short-skirted entity to him, though he had to admit they were all very nice people, at least to him. Some of them were less nice to people that looked less nice, but the same could be said of Lukas, so who was he to judge? Of course, now that he thought about, that new girl in his psych class, Adenah, there was something about her that made her stick out a little. Not something about her in specific, just that vision he'd had the other day when they were together. A sailor scout in red doing battle against someone eerily familiar. Someone whose face he'd begun to see in mirrors instead of his own. But enough of that. This was a football game, and Lukas was slow on his game--the game he liked to call Picking A Fight.

Actually, Lukas had gotten an early start on the game when he was coming through the gate, but he'd found himself ushered to the seats before he could start getting colorful. By now, it had gotten a bit quiet (quiet being very, very relative) in the York Prep bleachers, and quiet just wasn't any fun, so Lukas found a couple of friends, all with the necessary height and build to make anyone else of an excessive height and build to think twice, and waded in as close to the NYHS section as his friends would allow for his safety. Mind you, that was pretty damn close. So close in fact that Lukas found himself stepping on a few toes. That was entirely by accident, and Lukas apologized to them about it in-between petty swipes and witty retorts. It was their pride he was aiming for, not their toes, after all. Several choice insults later and it looked like one of the NYHS boys was ready to leap out of his seat and attack him. For that moment, Lukas grinned beautifully. Unfortunately, some whiny girl pulled the would-be attacker away and out of sight. A damn shame, really. After that, Lukas had to make do with taunting the crowd from afar.

Lukas was about to call it quits and go back to his seat before spotted a familiar face in the crowd. His favorite NYHS student, who else? He waved at Nic, not entirely sure she'd even spotted him yet. It was only part greeting as it rapidly transformed from a wave into a good-natured, one-fingured salute. In hindsight, that might've been a bad idea. She might not give him free cookies next time they met, and Nic's cooking was one of the few things in the world that Lukas reliably ate. Ah, well, it was all in the spirit of the game, right?