E L S A

[kxlehenderson-blog]

elsa-larsson:

Elsa leaned against the pool table, arms crossed over her chest. “Honestly, I’d say your chances are slim either way,” she grinned devilishly. “But, if you think you can beat me at pool, by all means, make it happen, Kyle,” Elsa challenged with a smirk. 

Leaning against the table, Kyle mimicked her actions. Oh, she had not just defied the most competitive person in town. The man was crazy for victory, nothing ever stood in his way. Not even in a simple Scotland Yard match. He tilted his head to the side until he heard a crack, it was his neck. “Then let’s make this more interesting?” His voice was stiff and firm through the entirety of that rhetorical question. Much as he liked Elsa, he was not playing around. “What do you say we make a bet?”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

Elsa was enjoying herself, maybe a little too much. She knew few people matched the level of competitiveness that she occupied and that Kyle was one of those few. Egging him on was likely to end in disaster, but it was so much fun. “Please. Everything’s more fun when you bet on it,” she smirked, leaning in closer to him so she was only a few inches from his face. “If you win, what do you want?”

[sethcasillas-blog]

elsa-larsson:

“And yet you decided to impart your… knowledge… on a stranger,” she replied, lifting an eyebrow. “Fine though, to each their own,” she shrugged, beginning to pack up her things into her bag. “Oh, you have no idea how much irony is wrapped up in that statement of yours,” Elsa laughed, barely able to contain herself. “But if I were to thank you, I’d have to probably know your name.”

“Well, I think imparting my wisdom on a stranger so they don’t injure themselves is a little different than divulging my deep reasons for why I am the way I am. Don’t you agree?” Seth questioned, his brow lifting in return. His head tilted to the side again and he let out a laugh. “If you think I’m being fresh with you, I would hate to see how you react to creeps in a club. I’ve been a complete gentleman. And I haven’t even gotten within a few feet of you. Want to tell me how that’s anything remotely ironic?” His hand ran through his hair. “Seth.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Well, for most people the answer to that question is ‘I sucked’ or ‘I didn't have time’ or ‘my parents made me,’ it’s generally not as nuanced as, ‘why I am the way I am,’” Elsa replied sarcastically. Upon hearing Seth’s response she almost couldn't contain the laugh that began to form. “Dude, I’m going to guess you haven’t heard this much in your life, but it’s actually not about you,” she shot back, still stifling her laugh. “I play hockey for a living. I am literally paid to push people into the boards and yes, if need be, punch them. That is why your comment is ironic.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

The Blind Date // Elsa and Jake

[jakebennett-blog]

elsa-larsson:

“Those two things should be mutually exclusive,” Elsa replied flatly, unimpressed with Jake’s answer. Minorly shocked, and slightly irritated by her date’s complete blow by, Elsa picked up her beer and followed, her feelings visible on her face. Taking the seat across from him, she avoided eye contact by  immediately studying the menu in front of her. “Let’s see… vegetarian, vegetarian, vegetarian…,” she muttered aloud, searching for a healthy option in a sea of upscale versions of burgers and wings. She paused before trying to make conversation again. “So… what looks good to you?” Elsa asked cautiously, managing to feign a small smile. “I’ve heard the vegetable Juicy Lucy is killer.” Elsa nervously played with her ring. Well, this isn’t exactly going smoothly she thought to herself.

Jake had a very reserved type of personality. In fact, his Navy buddies often called him the lone wolf, because of how isolated he liked to be. He was a sniper after all who spent the majority of his missions alone. Jake was quiet and often ruthless to people he would just meet. There had to be an impression made before he could think about opening up. For right now with Elsa, he didn’t have his impression yet. He was scanning the menu when she asked her question. The word vegetable was heard and he instantly shook his head. “I’ll pass on the vegetables.” Jake mumbled before adding. “I think I’ll get the meat lovers burger. Two patties smothered with cheese, loaded with bacon and onion rings. That’s the dream right there.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Yes, it is,” Elsa commiserated. “Unfortunately, it’s also a dream that my career doesn't really allow me to fulfill,” she replied. “Either way though, the Juicy Lucy  is fried with cheese in the middle, so I think I’ll be happy,” Elsa smiled, hoping that this could be something they’d both agree on. It’s not that she didn’t want to eat that way, but she couldn’t make herself stray that far from her diet plan, especially with something labeled ‘smothered’ and especially on a first date. “So, um, I actually don’t know anything about you, my friends were pretty sparse with the details. What do you do? Where did you grow up? All the first date questions,” she laughed, trying to be charming. Was it working? She had no clue.

[itslayne-harrington-blog]

elsa-larsson :

Elsa took a sip of her beer and smirked. “I’ve found that I prefer poker or pool when it comes to bar games. So… which will it be?”

     “You’re a feisty one, babe. I like it.” Layne checked her out before sipping her martini. “I always go with poker since there’s more fun in it, but strip poker is more of my forte.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Unfortunately, given my current state of dress, that would be the quickest, and subsequently lamest, game of strip poker ever,” Elsa replied, motioning to the dress she was wearing. “Really, it would pretty much just be me exposing myself,” she laughed. 

[edmeefadxms]

elsa-larsson:

“You should be quaking in your boots, UNO is a damn serious game full of twists and turns, deception, even sometimes violence. That’s why Canada’s really been cracking down on all the blood money that ends up in the professional UNO leagues here,” Elsa replied dryly with a smirk. Elsa shuffled the cards and dealt to the other woman. “Damn, I’ve still got it,” she joked, taking a glance at her cards.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m well aware of the dangers Uno has to offer. I once suffocated my older brother with his own cards because he made the mistake of almost winning. Not my best moment. Woah, really? I hadn’t realized it was such a blood sport. Forget hockey, Uno’s clearly the dirtier sport” Eddie replied with a smirk. As the other girl handed her her cards, she looked them over cautiously. “Hm, I wouldn’t speak so soon” She warned, maintaining an almost-expert poker face.

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Yeah, I mean, you know how regular people watch hockey fights to get an adrenaline rush? Us hockey players play UNO,” Elsa laughed. “Truly though, good choice. My family was really into card and board games growing up and this is a pretty great flashback,” she smiled, putting a few french fries in her mouth. “Is it weird that I like bar food this much? I am literally the worst when it comes to the drunchies.”

[emmavargcs]

elsa-larsson:

Elsa took a sip of her beer and smirked. “I’ve found that I prefer poker or pool when it comes to bar games. So… which will it be?”

“I’d have to go with poker. I’m never one to turn down the possibility of getting richer.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“You can make a bet out of anything,” Elsa replied. “Though I wouldn’t say you’re odds are too high of getting richer tonight,” she taunted back.

[arslxns]

elsa-larsson:

“Poker it is,” Elsa smirked. She stood and made her way to the bar, picking up their poker set and another beer. When she arrived back at their table, she flashed an innocent grin, hoping he’d buy that she was completely naive when it came to the finer points of the game. The truth was, her grandpa, a math teacher, insisted all of his grandchildren properly understood their odds when it came to gambling. She’d learned the mathematical odds for hands in poker and even how to count cards in Blackjack in middle school. And as a result, she was pretty damn good at both. Shuffling the cards, Elsa looked up at Ars for a moment. “Ready?”

Arslan leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, balancing his weight on the back legs ever so carefully as he put his hands behind his head and watched Elsa from across the room. She was a fun woman to be around and dangerously quick witted. God she reminded him of Defne. The bar was full of people in places but not enough that they couldn’t move around or that he was in any danger of someone knocking the chair he was precariously balancing in out from under his legs. He was none the wiser, simply enjoying his time here with Elsa liking her company. When she returned with another beer and the deck of cards he sat up. The chair made a thwack against the hard floor and he gave a small smirk scratching his neck. “Only if you are”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

Elsa smiled at Arslan before picking up her cards. “Well, I am certainly ready to wipe that smug look off your face,” she replied cooly, glancing at her hand. Her grandfather’s voice echoed through her head, prompting her to look back up at him. Everyone has a tell. Find it. Use it to your advantage. Right about now was the time to stop relying on cards and start relying on distractions, hoping they would reveal a thing or two about Arslan’s game. “I don’t know about you, Ars, but I personally think poker is better when there’s a bet involved. What do you say? If you win, what do you want?” Elsa smiled devilishly.

[elleholm-deactivated20170225]

elsa-larsson:

“Oh, that started weeks ago for me. Aboot doesn’t even sound weird anymore. To be honest with you, I actually may be finding it a little attractive, even,” Elsa replied sarcastically. “So, ya ready for some poutine on your pancakes now, eh?” she laughed.

“Canadian accents are sexy as hell.” Elle joked playfully. “I don’t know, I’ve lived here pretty much since I was eight, but I’ve still managed to reject some of the slang. Now poutine on the other hand, is amazing.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“I realize that you’re kidding, but at the same time there’s just something about the pronunciation of aboot and the fact that y’all call mac and cheese Kraft Dinner that makes me go weak in the knees,” Elsa laughed. “I would eat poutine everyday for every meal for the rest of my life and I would never get sick  of it. Cheese, gravy and french fries are pretty much in my top 10 favorite foods on their own, but put them together....”

[the-bitch-on-turntables]

elsa-larsson:

“Well, my grandfather always said ‘don’t enter into a bet you know you’re going to lose,’” Elsa laughed. “And while that sounds kind of obvious, there are a few times in my life where I could have applied that advice better,” she added, shaking her head. “That’s fine. A friendly game of pool is good for me. What about instead of money, the winner buys a basket of mozzarella sticks to split? Sound like a deal?”

Arabella couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Yes, my father also should have taken advice from that most of the time”. She nodded enthusiastically when she suggested that the winner pays for the mozzarella sticks to share, “Okay, I think I can do that,” she laughed.

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Great!” Elsa replied enthusiastically at the thought of the free mozzarella sticks that were about to be in her stomach. Gathering the balls and placing them in ascending order, she couldn’t help but add one more taunt to the mix. “I warn you though, bar food is probably on my list of top of three motivators.”

[soph-johnson]

elsa-larsson:

Elsa couldn’t help being taken aback by Roisin’s lack of recognition of one of the more well known comedies of the last 20 years. “Yes, it’s a movie,” Elsa chuckled. “I can’t believe you haven’t heard of it. It’s actually really ridiculous. Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson, Will Ferrell… it’s about models, hence the reference,” Elsa explained. “Let’s just say I’ve got some necessary skills should anyone try to beat me up. With three brothers, it was almost a daily occurrence.” 

“I’m not really caught up on pop culture,” Roisin explained. “About models? I’ll have to check it out then. I’ve at least heard of those actors. The first two are from Night of the Museum and the last one is from Elf. Another movie that I have yet to see all the way through. I have like a whole list of things I need to watch. I think it might take me about five or so years to get through them all,” She joked. “I’ll be sure not to attack you then. I would hate to get beat up. My brother never did that stuff to me.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Wait, wait, wait--you haven’t seen Elf?! Elf is one of the best Christmas movies of all time! Zoolander I can forgive, but Elf....” Elsa trailed off, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t be too worried about me beating you up. That’s pretty much reserved exclusively for the aforementioned three older brothers.”

[millie-bo-billie-blog]

elsa-larsson:

“I mean, personally I think my grandfather was pretty cool, but, point taken, I suppose,” Elsa replied. “Stripes or solids?”

“I think my armpit hairs are pretty cool — oh look, we have something in common,” Millie sneered, “Solids.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Once again, point taken. I’ll shut my mouth now,” Elsa replied, arranging the balls in the rack in ascending order. “Wanna break?”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

LEIF LARSSON

AGE: 60

HOMETOWN: Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin

CAREER: Brewmaster at Jacob Leninenkugel’s Brewing Company

ANA (YLVISAKER) LARSSON

AGE: 55

HOMETOWN: Wausau, Wisconsin

CAREER: Accountant at Jacob Leninenkugel’s Brewing Company

ERIK LARSSON

AGE: 29

HOMETOWN: Chippewa Falls, WI

CAREER: Defenseman, Colorado Avalanche (NHL)

ANDERS LARSSON

AGE: 27

HOMETOWN: Chippewa Falls, WI

CAREER: Defenseman, New York Rangers (NHL)

KURT LARSSON

AGE: 25

HOMETOWN: Chippewa Falls, WI

CAREER: Forward, Rockford Ice Hogs (AHL), Drafted #237 – Chicago Blackhawks

[annabellexlockwood]

ELSA LARSSON.

Elsa took a sip of her beer and smirked. “I’ve found that I prefer poker or pool when it comes to bar games. So… which will it be?”

‘’Pool’’ the blonde immediately responded, a sly smirk playing on her lips. ‘’I’ve been playing for ages, I’m ready to bet on it and beat your cute ass’’ she added confidently, teasing the brunette.

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Annabelle, I am fully aware that my ass is cute, flattery will get you nowhere,” Elsa replied with a laugh. “$10 a ball, then?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t get too cocky, I’m pretty fucking good at this.”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

Elsa took a sip of her beer and smirked. “I’ve found that I prefer poker or pool when it comes to bar games. So… which will it be?”

[kxlehenderson-blog]

“I am fine with either, though I have to admit pool sounds nicer at this moment, what do you say?” A spark of competitiveness lit up his whole body. He hadn’t played with anyone for a while and he really felt like winning… again.

[elsa-larsson-blog]

Elsa leaned against the pool table, arms crossed over her chest. “Honestly, I’d say your chances are slim either way,” she grinned devilishly. “But, if you think you can beat me at pool, by all means, make it happen, Kyle,” Elsa challenged with a smirk. 

[lucas-grey-deactivated20170423]

elsa-larsson:

“Ah,” Elsa nodded with a smirk. “Are you sure? I’ll go easy on you,” she smiled mischievously. “After all, poker is just chance, right?” Elsa added, lying through her teeth.

  “I am sure and i don’t really like beating on things and also i don’t feel like losing a lot of stuff tonight”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“Fine, pool it is,” Elsa gave in with an eye roll. “But just so you know, you may think your chances of winning are higher, but they’re likely not,” she grinned, handing him a pool cue. “Now, do you want to break or should I, Lucas?”

[edmeefadxms]

elsa-larsson:

Elsa laughed. UNO was a bit of a departure from poker and pool, but it had been awhile since she’d played (after a few drinks at a college party?), and she figured why the heck not. “Okay, but I have to warn you, I was always exceptional at UNO back in Elementary school,” she grinned.

If there was anything Edmée was proud of being, it was competitive. No matter the game or the level of difficulty, she couldn’t easily shake wanting to win and the accidents that undoubtedly caused, especially to those brave enough to compete against her. Listening to her companion’s words, she fought back a smile, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m positively quaking in my boots. Come on then, show me what you’ve got” She replied as the bartender handed her the pack of Uno cards.

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“You should be quaking in your boots, UNO is a damn serious game full of twists and turns, deception, even sometimes violence. That’s why Canada’s really been cracking down on all the blood money that ends up in the professional UNO leagues here,” Elsa replied dryly with a smirk. Elsa shuffled the cards and dealt to the other woman. “Damn, I’ve still got it,” she joked, taking a glance at her cards.

[millie-bo-billie-blog]

elsa-larsson:

“Well, to be honest, if you’re actually good at poker, it’s a little more than just chance. My paternal grandfather was a math teacher and taught his middle schoolers how to effectively win at poker using stats, percentages and odds ratios. So maybe it is better for you if we play pool,” Elsa laughed. “Though I’ll warn you, I’ve had a bit of practice at that too.”

Millie listened, waiting for the other girl to finish talking before responding, “… So are we going to continue talking about your grandfather or are we going to play some pool already?”

[elsa-larsson-blog]

“I mean, personally I think my grandfather was pretty cool, but, point taken, I suppose,” Elsa replied. “Stripes or solids?”