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tristan drunkenly stumbled across the bar to a person whom he recognized, he gave them a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. “hey, you! happy america weekend!”
“thanks . . . again . . . tris.” evie laughed. having woken up in the same apartment as tristan and ended up in the same bar (as if there were any options but rhodes) as him, she’d gotten her share of drunken affection from him today -- not that she was complaining. “want some water or something?”
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wesley: wanna get drunk and listen to always be my baby on repeat?
evie: only if youre ready to see me drunk cry
‘ i can not believe that people still listen to panic ! at the disco and fall out boy these days. the bands were popular when i was a black t-shirt wearing teenager who wished that i disobeyed my parents, ‘ molly paused, realizing that perhaps she shouldn’t have been striking up conversations with people at record stores. ‘ – uh sorry. ‘
“it’s fine.” evie laughed. “i mean, i don’t listen to them, so i’m not offended . . . or anything.”
“i’m sure they do– it might be peewee, though…” ethan trailed off, pretending to be embarrassed for her. “you’d actually probably make a good kicker, what with all the cheering and…stuff.”
“oh, well, as long as the kids didn’t take all the good numbers...ya think?”
ethan widened his eyes, caught off guard by her words. he let out a cautious laugh, shrugging. “i don’t know.”
evie smiled. “so how should i prepare for this tryout? do i have to bring my own equipment? do you think they even make it in my size?”
“define rough morning. hungover? bad encounter?” he asked, taking her offer in sitting next to her. he sucked in a breath of air, eyes shutting momentarily before opening up again to capture the vacant street. “so you won’t vomit on my shoes, that’s good to know evie. why are you even out there? did you go home?
“hungover. there was no . . . were no . . . encounters last night, unless you count me getting with winona’s hot tub. i passed out here -- hey.” evie stopped mid-sentence, taking milo’s chin between her thumb and forefinger and turning his head towards her, eyes going wide at the bruise around his eye. “what is that?”
pclmer:
❛ tough shit. i brought coffee. get UP. ❜ she offers evie a hand, wrinkling her nose to keep her sunglasses on as she leans over. ❛ you better hurry before wicked winona gets up, and makes you take care of this. if that happens, i’m gone. i’m running for the hills and you’re on your own. ❜
“winona wouldn’t make me do that, she l o v e s me,” evie informed jessica, squeezing her hand tight to pull herself up, only wobbling a little. “everybody . . .” evie trailed off, zeroing in on the coffee and prying it from jessica’s hand. “mmm, coffee.”
“totally. except that, uh, brock’s our teammate, too. but he’s cool. great. y’know…so fast.”
“brock who?”
ethan opened his mouth to say something, but, in a shocking turn of events, nothing came out. it was probably for the best, because half of what came to mind had some variation of ‘brock can suck my dick’ in it. “uh… i don’t know if that’s how it works.” he was already searching for the nearest cement wall to bash his head into. she was giving him something (even if it was small) and he was being a giant fucking moron about it. “but…um, i’m willing to pretend if you are, though.”
“yeah, i mean . . . we’re gonna be t e a m m a t e s, so we have to have each others backs, right?”
“well, you’re in luck. because you know me,” he gave a playful raise of his eyebrows. “and, uh…brock, too.”
evie wrinkled her nose, her half of the conversation now filtered through the information he’d just given her. “i think i’d rather just know you if that’s okay.”
“rough night?” he asks, fingers tapping his thigh at his arms swung lightly at his sides. “well, don’t vomit on my shoes. if it happens”
“rough morning -- the night was okay.” evie put her head between her legs, her words muffled through them. “don’t worry, i like this pair.” she tugged on his shoelaces. “sit with me.”
‘ so since it felt like a good idea at the time, was it still a good idea when you were hugging my toilet this morning ? ‘ a smirk flashed across her mouth before she patted evie on the back. truly, she was too cheerful for this.
evie just let out a small groan in answer to the question, shaking her head before looking at winona, squinting as the girl finally came into focus and she saw how . . . happy she was. “whose heart did you break this morning?”
“you thinkin’ about joining the team?”
evie smiled despite herself, looking back up at him. “mmhmm. think i have a chance?”
“well,” ethan sucked in a big breath, feeling like he was on the verge of outing his beloved teammate for being the giant dick he really was. “practices of some sort at least twice a day, plus workouts and away games…it adds up to eat up a lot of time. but, y’know they have to give us enough time to pass our classes, at least. it’s not so bad.”
“huh,” evie said, looking down and toeing the ground. “no, that doesn’t sound bad at all.” at least, not as bad as brock had made it sound.
“oh,” ethan let out a scoff. “no, no, not at all. i mean– i don’t, uh…i don’t play enough to have any responsibility at all. so don’t, uh, worry.”
“oh, okay. brock --” evie sighed at herself. “he always made football seem like such a big commitment, so.”
“uh…yeah. i mean, not as fast as him, but i, uh, y’know. try. i know where i need to be, at least. that’s most of my job– just bein’ in the right spot.”
“uh-huh.” evie nodded, raising her eyebrows a little. “sounds like, uh, a lot of responsibility.”
“oh. uh,” ethan paused, completely stuck. “i’m, uh, i don’t really get to play much, so,” he trailed off, hoping that would answer her question without him having to say ‘no i suck’ point blank. “yeah, uh, brock’s a good player. he’s, uh…..fast.”
“that’s too bad . . .yeah.” she shrugged. she shoved her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt. “you must be fast, too. i mean, runningbacks have to be -- right?”
