Hoops

Synopsis: Post Debate Camp,a completely pointless fic involving basketball - it may help to imagine them in shorts and t-shirts!
Characters: Josh, Sam, Charlie & Toby.
Rating: G
Notes: They're not mine, although I'd definitely like to see more sport played in our fictional White House.

"You want to shoot some hoops?" Sam asked.

"Sure" Josh replied.

They walked through the trees to the basketball hoop in silence, both thinking about the up coming debate. 

"Wait up," Charlie shouted. "Will you tell me something?" he asked when he reached them "Just how important is this debate? I mean I know it's important, but how important?"

Josh threw Charlie the ball. "The President wasn't kidding when he said that whoever wins the debate will win the election."

Charlie threw the ball through the hoop, collected it and passed it to Sam. "But that's ridiculous," he told Josh. "An election should be on the issues, not on who's the best at debating."

"Yeah," Josh replied, "but that's never how it works."

"Just doesn't make sense," Charlie commented as Toby joined them.

"When did politics ever make sense?" Toby asked as he caught the ball. "Let's play."

"Okay" Charlie agreed. "Me and Josh, you and Sam."

"You won't stand a chance," Sam told him.

"You know we're going kill you," Charlie replied.

"You want to bet on that?" Toby asked.

"Nah," Josh grinned. "You're gonna need all your money?" 

Sam and Toby looked at each other and then at Josh and Charlie, who were stood, arms folded, smiling at their opponents. "What makes you two think that you can win?" Sam asked.

"You know why Josh and Charlie think they can beat you and Toby?" Jed asked from the steps.

"Mr President," they all chorused. 

"Because they're overly confident?" Sam suggested.

"Nah," Jed smiled. "It's because they always do. I watch you four play after work. Every time, Josh and Charlie pick each other and then they slaughter you."

"You know what, that's true?" Toby told Sam.

"Then we should change teams."

"No way," Charlie said.

"Not a chance," Josh laughed. "Throw the ball." 

"You want to play, Sir?" Sam asked Jed.

"Quite happy to sit and watch you get killed, Sam," Jed smiled.

END