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beau du pont. 37. - pitching coach for the dallas wranglers mateo "teo" rivera. 33. - catcher for the dallas wranglers anya srisuk. 28. - team photographer for the texas twisters jalen brooks. 27. - wide receiver for the dallas outlaws grant mercer. 32. - country singer delilah jane prescott. 31. - sports broadcast reporter for sideline broadcast
it wasn't like jt wasn't allowing other guys to talk to anya. of course they could. they weren't together, after all. doesn't mean he likes it, though. that kiss when she had been drunk that one time after dinner the night she fell on the ice in the rink was still deeply ingrained in his mind. "good. i didn't like him." jt said, his voice sharp and blunt, but the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipated now that he was here with her. "i feel like i never see you without your camera."
anya's smile softened at the blunt honesty, somehow that was worse than if he'd tried to play it off. "you didn't even know him," she pointed out, though there was laughter tucked into her voice as she looked up at him. "that's a very dramatic position to take on a complete stranger." still, she couldn't stop the warmth spreading through her chest. the fact that he'd walked over at all was already doing dangerous things to her ability to think straight. his comment about the camera pulled her gaze down briefly to where it rested against her side. "that's because i usually do have it," she admitted. "i like having something to do with my hands. plus, people act differently when they're not being photographed. i get to notice things, like the fact that you crossed an entire bar because some random guy was talking to me."
a shiver went down zee's back as grant lowered his voice. "maybe i am." she murmured, looking up at him with her big eyes as she bit down on her lower lip. "i like the thought of possibilities. the night is young, you know? so who knows what could happen?" zee smiled up at him. "it's not like you hiding down here is doing you any good anyway. people already keep trying to grab your attention from me."
grant's grin softened a little more dangerously when she looked up at him like that. god help him, she knew exactly what she was doing. "yeah?" he murmured, tipping his head slightly. "that's the problem with possibilities, darlin'. everybody likes 'em right up until they actually happen." his eyes lingered on her before he glanced toward the crowd she'd mentioned. sure enough, every few minutes somebody seemed to wave him over, call his name, or try to pull his attention elsewhere. it came with the territory. most nights he barely noticed it anymore. "well, that's because they're rude," he said simply, looking back at her. "can't you see i'm busy?" the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth made it clear exactly how serious he was being. "besides, if i go up there now, then everybody gets my attention. and call me selfish, but i'm thinkin' i like where it's currently at. though if you're really determined to get me on stage, sweetheart, you're gonna have to come up with a better sales pitch than the night is young. i've fallen for worse, but not by much."
"oh, believe me. i know exactly just how persuasive these lips can be." jt said, smirking as he tapped his thumb against her plump lips before moving his hand to the back of her neck and gently bringing her in closer. "i'm not hiding at the bar. i just prefer not being up on stage and there's nothing you can do to change my mind." he murmured, stubborn as always, giving her ear lobe a slight nibble before pulling away. "i don't think you'd be making a fool of yourself. you'll have fun up there, i know it and maybe after you have your fun up there... i don't know, i can make it worth your while."
"lord, listen to yourself," she muttered, though the warmth in her eyes ruined any attempt at sounding disapproving. "you spend five minutes tellin' me nothin' in this world could get you on that stage and then immediately start negotiatin' terms." her head tilted slightly as she looked up at him, amusement dancing across her features. "offerin' mysterious rewards after the fact is exactly how people end up accidentally agreeing to things, sweetheart." still, her smile lingered. "but now i'm curious." she took a sip from her drink, letting the pause stretch intentionally. "which is real dangerous for you, because i've been told curiosity is one of my worst qualities. if i go up there and survive, you're really just gonna sit down here and watch while i collect whatever prize you've got planned?" she asked sweetly. "seems awfully unlike the competitive man i know."
nicole's grin only widened at that , head tilting as she looked down at her drink like she was suddenly reassessing it . " a victoria's secret display ? weirdly specific " she laughed softly , leaning a little bit closer as she nudged his arm with hers , " and for the record , i do not ruin lives for fun . accidentally ? maybe ... but never on purpose " another sip follows , slower this time , glossed lips lingering round the straw before eyes lifted back to his over the rim of his glass , " besides ... " she dragged the word out slightly , playful smile tugging at her mouth , " for somebody acting personally victimized by one little sip , you didn't exactly hesitate to lean in and try it . "
"the accidental part is what'd really scare me, intentional chaos at least has a plan behind it." his eyes dropped briefly to her drink again before lifting back to hers. "curiosity isn't a crime. somebody offers you a drink called whatever the hell that is with six different shades of pink in it, you're gonna wonder what poor decisions taste like." the nudge of her arm against his wasn't missed, neither was the way she was looking at him over the rim of the glass. "plus," he added, grin pulling slightly at the corner of his mouth, "if i'm gonna sit here and accuse you of being a warning label disguised as a person, i feel like i should at least do my research first. i stand by the assessment."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" i bet you're wondering how i got into this situation . " wilder asked the person sitting next to him as he waved his cast around like a badge of honor ; a huge grin plastered on his face . " well , if you must know i totally didn't fall of a horse . i actually fought off a wild polar bear in the woods with my bare bear hands . get it ?? " he paused , just long enough to laugh at his own joke . " and before you ask yes i did win , you may sign it and yes it is totally glow in the dark . "
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"couple things," he started, holding up a finger. "first, i don't believe for one second you fought a polar bear." another finger joined it. "second, if you did fight a polar bear, the fact you're telling this story means the polar bear should be embarrassed." his eyes narrowed slightly. "and third? you fell off a horse, didn't you? actually don't answer that. i already know you fell off a horse, the real question is how long you made it before somebody told you to stop trying to ride it with a beer in your hand."
calista tried her best to keep her composure, but it was always hard whenever she was around beau. even though she was the one who broke it off, there was always a part of her that still loved him even though she knew she would always be second to the game in his eyes. "i guess you could say this place has always been like a second home to most of the townsfolks here," she admitted with a chuckle. "maybe that's why they aren't afraid to be their authentic selves tonight." she added, a small smile appearing on her lips. she was glad that even before she was born, most of the townfolk considered her family as some of their own as well. maybe that's why the little league fundraiser had always been one of her favorites, especially considering that some of these kids didn't have a family themselves or at least, not one that could be financially responsible for them. as someone that sat beside beau at the bar called her over to take their order, she was then forced to come face to face with him again, as she tried her best not to get too emotional. "well, i've had to fight off about a dozen drunk guys off my back tonight, but i don't know i suppose it could be worse. what about you, beau?"
beau's eyes stayed on her as she moved around the bar, still slipping into the rhythm of this place like she belonged to it more naturally than anybody else ever could. maybe she did. he remembered when this bar used to feel like an extension of her. late nights, tired smiles after closing, her laugh carrying over old country songs on the jukebox. now standing across from her felt strangely similar to visiting somewhere familiar after too many years away. same walls, different feeling. the corner of his mouth pulled slightly when she mentioned fighting off drunk men all night. "sounds about right," he murmured. "couple things in this town never really change. i'm real sorry you gotta deal with that." at her question, he let out a quiet breath through his nose. "i'm alright," he answered automatically before catching himself with a small shake of his head. "well… surviving, i guess. whole place still feels weirdly familiar. seeing you back behind this bar kinda makes it hard to remember there was ever a time i didn't end my nights here."
"my bad, i tend to get a little too in my head sometimes." she admitted, biting her nails. "i suppose that's what happens when you mix alcohol and a really good song." she agreed, chuckling a bit. "you really think i should? i don't know, i'd hate to embarrass myself up there so bad that i have nightmares about it the next morning."
"everybody in here's too busy either bein' drunk, emotional, or worried about themselves to remember somebody else embarrassing themselves for more than like… ten minutes." he grinned. "except maybe if you fully eat shit off the stage, that one might stick around awhile." he laughed before nodding once toward the sign-up sheet again. "but honestly? yeah, i think you should." his shoulders lifted lightly. "you don't gotta be amazing, people just like watching somebody actually have fun with it. and if it goes bad?" another shrug. "you blame the tequila, disappear dramatically into the night, and wake up tomorrow with a funny story like everybody else here."
"what can i say? my mama taught me well." she admitted, a small chuckle escaping her lips as a result. "oh, i'm so sorry! um, i suppose it truly depends on how many drinks they have in them? some of these people aren't actually as confident as they may seem, it's just the amount of liquid courage they have in their system." she replied before then chuckling a bit. "do i really seem that stressed? well, i'll be damned, and here i thought i was hiding it pretty darn well." she admitted before then nodding. "i suppose a few sets of extra hands can't hurt, especially with how packed we are tonight because of the fundraiser."
"honey, i work around professional athletes for a living, i can spot somebody one minor inconvenience away from losin' their religion from a mile away. you're hidin' it better than most people would. this place is packed, nobody's dead, and only three glasses have shattered all night. feels like a successful event to me." a grin tugged lightly at her mouth as she straightened slightly. "c'mon, point me where you need me. i can carry trays, break up drunk arguments, and i got a real authoritative 'sweetheart, absolutely not' voice when necessary." her head tilted slightly. "though if somebody starts singin' nickelback twice in one night, i can't promise i won't throw them off the stage myself."
WHO: Catalina + Mateo ( @hcneytoned ) WHERE: Montoya Ranch, Family & Friends BBQ
"I literally can't fucking stand you…do you know, you sound insane?" she laughs in utter disbelief. She has no clue how they even got on this tangent, but to say Catalina hasn't laughed this hard in weeks was an understatement. Work had all but consumed her schedule the last couple of weeks with preparing for Preakness and traveling out of town. Thankfully, she made it back in time to enjoy the karaoke night and have an evening to herself. "I'm concerned for your well-being, Teo."
mateo looked at her like she'd just deeply offended him, hand pressing dramatically against his chest despite the grin already pulling at his mouth. "first of all, cat, i need you to understand i'm one hundred percent serious." he shook his head once, reaching for his beer off the nearby table. "you're telling me if a horse can sense fear, they probably also know when somebody's ugly. that's just science." a laugh slipped out of him. seeing her like this, relaxed enough to laugh until she nearly lost composure, felt rarer than most people realized. "and my well-being?" he repeated. "you literally spend your free time voluntarily wrestling injured horses that outweigh pickup trucks. i think we should maybe evaluate your decision making first."
𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵 behind the sugar sprinkled rim of her strawberry drink — a reflexive attempt to reduce exposure or something along those lines her therapist once concluded about her disposition. she gives a lazy shrug of her shoulder, “ it was suggested by the lovely bartender, it was this or something called blue balls on the beach ? ” her gaze flicks over to the other’s gesture to the stage and a laugh, bubbly and bright spills out and she finds her hand covering her lips, as if her own body is regretful of sound. “ poor thing. well, pinky promise you won’t tell anyone. but, probably, ” she leans in, pinky extended out still, “ ric flair drip with offset and metro booming. ”
jalen stared at her before a laugh broke out of him, head tipping back in disbelief. "ric flair drip?" he repeated, looking equal parts impressed and caught off guard. "okay, no, that's a phenomenal answer actually." his eyes dropped to the pinky she still had extended before hooking his with hers easily, mock solemn about it. "cross my heart, your extremely specific karaoke research remains classified. but now i kinda need to know if that's 'cause you secretly know every word or because you just wanna watch this entire town try to recover from hearing it in the middle of a country fundraiser." another glance toward the stage followed before he looked back at her. "also, blue balls on the beach sounds less like a drink and more like a cry for help."
𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 hazel eyes, body caving to blissful intoxication as she drapes an arm across the redhead’s shoulder. “ you’re the best. and i’m the best. and we’re both the best at our jobs. and everybody knows it. and even though i think you might win the 2026 texas sprouts — spits — sorrrym, sportswriter of the year award, i won’t hate you. um, anyway, yes, ” her gaze floats over the karaoke screen in front of them, shit, did she just say all that out loud ? she shakes the thoughts away, regret can come tomorrow, “ yes i literally love both of those women. so, you pick ! ”
delilah blinked at her once, genuinely surprised as irina kept talking because the praise hit harder than the tequila probably intended it to. "well, now i know for a fact you're drunk," she said warmly. "you start givin' heartfelt professional validation in public and suddenly i'm gettin' concerned." still, she didn't move away from the arm around her shoulder. "if i win that award and you don't hate me at least a little, i'm gonna take it personally." the grin tugging at her mouth softened the words and a quiet laugh escaped her before she pointed toward the screen decisively. "fleetwood mac," she decided. "if we're gonna publicly humiliate ourselves, we're doin' it with emotional depth and layered interpersonal tension. very on brand for us, honestly."
"All I hear is excuses. Self-awareness be damned when it's all about the next generation, Beau." After all, it's surely driving a handful of people on the stage. Nonetheless, the event had a far larger turnout than she had anticipated. Unlike him, she could hold a song, but she had her fair share of time in the spotlight and had no desire to take any of it ever again. "You have to have at least one favorite cover of the night so far? I thought Johnny D singing I'm Every Woman' was pretty ballsy, but he's got more gumption than I've seen in anyone in a while," she chuckles.
"that's the kinda logic that gets people publicly humiliated in the name of community service," he said dryly, but his attention shifted back to her as she mentioned johnny. "okay, i'll give you that one. guy committed so hard half the room forgot he was objectively terrible." another shake of his head followed. "still think everybody's overestimating how inspirational it'd be to watch a pitching coach die slowly halfway through a george strait song." he lifted his beer slightly toward the stage. "though if this turns into sad country karaoke hour later, i'm absolutely clocking out. not emotionally equipped for a room full of drunk athletes discovering vulnerability at the same time."
glanced down at the camera in her hands before looking back toward the karaoke machine where somebody had just missed a note badly enough that half the room physically reacted. a laugh slipped out of her, warm and easy. “ oh, absolutely. this is gold. ” she lifted the camera slightly like evidence, eyes bright with amusement as she looked back at him. “ you guys spend your lives looking cinematic on purpose. stadium lights, slow motion entrances, dramatic walkouts… ” her shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “ meanwhile this ? ” she nodded toward the stage where chaos was unfolding under cheap neon and somebody else’s questionable song choice. “ this is the good stuff. ” a grin tugged at her mouth as she tilted her head. “ i mean, where else am i gonna get footage of grown men discovering public shame in real time ? ”
jalen laughed, glancing toward the stage. "see? exactly my point. one bad throw gets forgotten by next sunday, this kinda humiliation lives forever." his attention shifted back toward her, grin softening a little at the way her eyes lit up behind the camera. "though i gotta admit," he added, nodding once toward the camera in her hands, "you make a convincing argument for the chaos. also feels mildly concerning how excited you are about documenting public psychological breakdowns in high definition."
head turned at the sound of her voice, eyes finding her somewhere near the edge of the crowd with both hands wrapped around her drink and that grin already waiting for him. he stared at her for a second, looking mildly offended on principle alone. “ brave ? ” he repeated, hand pressing against his chest like she’d actually wounded him. “ interesting choice. ” his eyes narrowed slightly, though there was already amusement threatening at the corners of his mouth. he glanced up at the screen, looked back at her, then pointed once in her direction with the microphone. “ you’re the photographer, right ? so just remember this moment very carefully. ” his head tilted, mock serious now. “ because if i survive this and there are suddenly twelve high definition photos of me looking emotionally devastated on the team account tomorrow, we’re gonna have problems. ” the music started rising through the speakers and he looked back at her one more time, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “ unbelievable. everybody’s enjoying this way too much. ”
"oh, definitely brave," she shot back. "you're standing under fluorescent lights in front of half the city with a microphone. that's either bravery or a complete lack of survival instinct." when he mentioned the photos, her brows lifted innocently despite the laugh already threatening again. "well now i can't promise anything," she teased. "you start dramatically staring into the middle distance during the chorus and that's just good journalism." the music swelling louder pulled another grin out of her as she tipped her drink slightly in his direction. "i think you're gonna survive. your ego might not, but you will."
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" depends entirely on the person . " mason shrugged as he looked back at the red head , a familiar glint to his eye as he looked her up and down slowly . " on you ? give me all the confidence in the damn world . " his shrug followed before he turned over his shoulder towards the offensive renditions of one of the best songs nickleback had pulled out of the bag . " on them ? i think someone gave them a little too much faith in themselves you know ? "
"well, aren't you smooth tonight," she teased warmly before taking another sip of her margarita. "that's exactly the kinda confidence i'm talkin' about," she mused. "dangerously effective in the right hands." she winced from the nickelback performance still happening. "and that," she pointed toward the singer, "is what happens when nobody in a person's life loves them enough to say no." a grin tugged wider at her mouth as she looked back toward mason. "though i gotta admit, watchin' somebody embarrass themselves with that much commitment is a little admirable."
