The knock on the door before the sun had even risen (in Dom's mind; it was really almost noon) was not the sound Dom wanted to hear that particular morning. He had been out late, very late, last night at some club he couldn't remember the name of, dancing with some girl who had written her phone number on the back of his hand in magic marker; it had been smeared off when he'd washed his face as soon as he'd stumbled into his flat earlier that morning.

Groaning, he threw the covers off his tired body, adjusted his flimsy gray boxer shorts, which was the only article of clothing he wore, and shuffled to the front door. He knew whoever it was would not let up until their call was answered.

Though, he had a pretty good idea who would dare wake him so early on a morning after day.

"DOM!!!!!!" A Scottish accented squeal entered Dom's consciousness just as he was reaching for the doorknob. "Are ya in there? It's BILLLLLLLLLY!"

"AND ELIJAH!" Came another squeak, which made Dom chuckle lethargically.

Dom mumbled something incoherent and opened the door, allowing the bright sun to blind him and the wind to swish his hair across his forehead. "What are you doing waking me up at the crack of dawn?"

"That's a really nice greeting, Dom," Elijah mumbled, pushing past him; he held up a paper bag and jiggled it in an attempt to get Dom to smile. It failed.

Billy grinned and came inside, closing the door behind him. "We're here baring gifts! And a plan for the day!"

"It's a good thing I haven't got a lightsaber," Dom muttered, shuffling back into his bedroom to grab a robe. "I'd slice your arm off. Maybe then you'd stop being so damned chipper."

"Late night?" Elijah asked, laughing.

Billy plopped down into one of the chairs haphazardly thrown around the kitchen table and reached for the crumpled bag. "I hope you're getting showered and dressed in there!"

"Why would I want to do that?" Dom questioned, tying his robe close around him and sitting gingerly in the empty seat between the two of his friends.

"Because we have plans for the day that do not include you stinking the entire place up." Billy went over to the microwave and threw in a bowl of porridge to heat up. Elijah began slathering cream cheese on a bagel; he slid a coffee across the table to Dom, who grunted a thanks before downing most of it in one gulp.

The microwave dinged and Billy bounded back to the table with a steaming bowl. "Wouldn't you like to go to the park and play a nice game of Tig?"

Dom's eyes brightened and he sat up straight, a hint of a smile on his lips, "TIG?"

"YEAH!" Elijah replied, sounding very excited. "We haven't played that in forever!"

Billy chuckled, "That's because you refused to after we told you it wasn't a real game. Remember that hissy fit you threw?"

"I do," Dom remarked, rubbing his ribs. "I still have the scars to prove it."

Elijah took a huge bite from his bagel and spoke with his mouth full, "You are such a baby. All I did was head butt you. When you told me that game was fake, you ruined my entire perception of life."

Dom rolled his eyes, "Why are you today, of all days, wanting to play Tig? In the park. On a bloody Sunday. At...what is it, five am? Oh, it's twelve. Well, same thing."

Billy seemed to ignore Dom’s question and spoke with his mouth full, “Orlando is going to meet us there with another player, we don’t know who…Orly just said he’d find somebody else who would play. I hope it’s not a girl.” Billy made a face and stuck another spoon full of porridge into his mouth.

“Why? Remember what happens when you tig on a tag?” Dom grinned mischievously.

“Yeah, you have to drop your trousers---oh,” Billy giggled, “I see what you’re getting at.”

“I wrote all the rules and instructions out one night after we played,” Elijah said cheerfully, pulling a piece of crumpled notebook paper from his back pocket. “There’s a lot here, but they’re not too confusing.”

Dom and Billy exchanged grins across the table. “That’s not what you said when we were playing. You used to go all diva on us.”

“I did not!” Elijah retorted, his voice squeaky.

“You did, too,” Billy stated evenly, finishing off his bowl. “Alright then, men, let’s get a move on. We’ve got to warm up before hand.”

Elijah squealed, “OOOH! The official pre-Tig warm-ups!”

Once again Dom and Billy looked at one another, but neither said a thing. As soon as Dom had showered and dressed properly for a day at the park, the three of them took off in Elijah’s car.