"yeah yeah yeah, laugh it all up, I just never had the time." Robert said with a grin, looking out at the game. It was half true. His parents never did anything like that when he was growing up, and when he was dirt poor he was either getting really drunk, or starting his whole "Merry Men" crew. The crowd went up in an applause as the batter made the satisfying CRACK! through the stadium. Robert flew up with them, giving a large high pitched whistle, clapping with a cheer. The batter fell on second base, but got the Yankees two points on the board. Before Robert sat down he glanced back over the Governor... Even his security was getting excited about this game. So excited that they were cheering along with everyone else... Interesting.

He sat back down, taking another swig of his beer, then crossing his arms. Her comment made him look over at her with a cheeky grin, a bit of playfulness in his eyes. "Not a bad start at all." Robert agreed, looking back at the field. When she asked the same question he asked on their first unofficial not-date, he gave a small laugh and shook his head. "Bringing it old school, eh Anderson? I choose Dare. Hit me with your best shot." Robert said, the alcohol, and his nerves, starting to kick in.