So Vala stumbles onto the streets from the tavern speakeasy down the street. She belches proudly as she starts to mumble incoherently. Realizing she has yet to say what is really on her mind she yells, "Balls! Is there Balls nearby?!" This results in a lot of sideways looks and diverted paths. Who was this girl yelling about testes in the middle of the street?? She's a CL. Yes I know, not the best look on a leader but tequila knows no rank. Here's the thing though, Vala has found her Prince Charming and his name is Balls! He's ignoring her though. He's no where to be found! Vala has made every effort to make contact and apologize for her presumptuous behavior. Offense certainly was not her intent. But broken hearts require solace and Balls certainly was her solace... She could go into all the ways that Balls would be perfect by her side but she had sense that no one wanted to hear that.... "Balls!" She yells one more time before she finds a comfy seat on a downtown stoop to curl up for morning light... Maybe tomorrow he'll talk to her... Her eyes close and she drifts off to drunken (but not sexual) dreams of her and Balls living happily ever after....

TinyTim is not a frequent visitor to the streets. What TinyTim is, is a trivia nerd. He very often finds himself at a public gathering, shouting out random dates and names with other trivia nerds, like MrDiabolik. On an increasing number of occasions, he has bumped into a shady character, who quite often beats him to the answer. 

I've seen him. Quizzin.

I find that MrDiabolik holds Balls up. He's very skilled at it. It's almost as if his main purpose in life to hold balls up. 

A ball bag of sorts, if you will. 

Vala wakes up with sleep in her eyes. She's in bed in her South Side apartment. Her head is fuzzy from the night before. Her bodyguards must have made sure she got home okay because the last thing she remembers was lounging on a stoop dreaming of her Prince Charming.... balls...

She hopes she didn't make too much of a fool of herself last night. Drinking is not something she usually does but maybe it will result in a positive; that if anything maybe Balls will see her "Balls-signal" and tell her why he's no longer her friend....

Plus.... this serves as comic relief for the rest of the world. Always glad to be of service.

Vala rubs her eyes, stretches, drinks a gallon of water and starts her day.

"And here I was thinking this was a discussion of meatballs. Imagine my surprise and UTTER DISAPPOINTMENT upon finding out that, no, we were not discussing a succulent delicacy which goes so well with a dollop of mustard, but were instead discussing an actual living person who goes by the alias 'Balls'."

I was on the edge of my seat, now I'm in the gutter.

BrianArao takes another drag on his cigarette and finally finishes his ninth game of pocket pool.  This time he won, but the lifetime record stands at 69-420.  Fairly abysmal but you have to give it the old college try and I digress.  He grabs a soapbox and stands on it ready to address the crowd.

"Hello all, it's me Balls.  I'm back from the dead.  Don't believe me?  Have a quick grab of me and let me know how I feel.  You be the judge whether I'm the Balls you're looking for or not."