He had dinner, he had soda, and he had good sports. He couldn't ask for a hell of a lot more right now. Except maybe a spot on an Avengers team. Or a girlfriend. Or legs that weren't made of futuristic plastic or alien goop. But whatever, he was still happy right now.
[OOC: Little brain so method RP! Except that I'm rooting for the Bulls, which is right and proper. Open if anyone has a reason to visit or yell at the guy who was cheering during the first quarter, at least.]