You'll Go Out In Style || Oskie
Oscar wondered if what she was saying was true, that she was hoping, in turn, for some kind of injury. He didn’t believe that the love she held for her old team ran incredibly deep, but Oscar found himself wondering exactly how deep it did go. He decided to not question her further in this regard, fearing, if he was honest with himself, that he would potentially be digging into information he didn’t necessarily want to have. His eyes shot, instead, towards her at the mention of stealing the thunder of the Wasps today.
Now, this… this is what he was hoping for. In fact, in his own way, Oscar was already planning to get in the heads of a select few of the Wasps players. He had planned it last night, in the wake up a recent conversation that Felix and him had shared. Momentarily, Oscar let his eyes travel to his bag and he wondered if he should share his plan with Frankie. After a quick thought, he realized that that plan was personal. It would be between Felix and himself, and did not want to involve any unnecessary outside parties, particularly because he somewhat feared the potential backlash.
Oscar smiled mischievously, and leaned in dramatically. “You, my friend, are speaking as though you’ve already had a look into my mind. I’ve got some ideas of my own,” Oscar gently laid a hand on the bag sitting in front of him, “But that one is personal. It’s not really anything, I don’t think, to earn the Arrows the attention we deserve.” Oscar felt his grin widen, “So, how could we cause our own form of mayhem? What would get this lot more worried about us than them?”
Frankie's eyes flicked out of the air when Oscar leaned in dramatically, a smirk turning up the corners of her lips when he patted the bag in front of him. So Oscar was already planning a bit of distraction, then -- now that would draw attention, given how new the Chaser was to the League yet and how fresh to the press drawing antics he was. Laughing softly, Frankie shook her head slightly, focusing back on him and leaning in to keep their conversation quiet and between the two of them. Best not let the crowd around them hear anything, though she doubted they were paying attention at the moment.
"That's the operative question, innit? Now the Wasps, they would pull summat dumb -- first Arrows game o' the season, they streaked, ye remember -- but I like t'think we're a mite classier'n they are. Scandal in the crowd's hardly even gonna turn an eye in Wasps territory. Hell, I'm pretty positive the buggers've got lasses in nothin' but cheer skirts an' stingers on their side o' the pitch." A glance toward the Wasps side of the pitch accompanied that, her lips turning down just slightly in a frown with it. Odd, being away from the yellow, she mused.
As she looked back at Oscar, there was a camera flash that caught her off-guard. And then the gears in her mind were working far quicker than anticipated -- the close proximity, the seats away from the group that were close to an exit point, the hushed conversation... All of this could be construed more than one way, couldn't it? As teammates getting friendly, as their bar trip earlier in the week would tell, or... Her smirk grew again, wider this time as she laid a hand atop one of Oscar's running with the moment. "There're cameras about, it seems," she pointed out, nodding toward it.
















