fair is foul

“Whichever you prefer, love. I would continue your walking - you’re looking a bit pale. Clearly you need it.”

“Have it your way, then.” Beth turned to leave. “Can’t wait to see my team kick your ass on the pitch!”

“I’m quite fond of shades of grey, as it happens. Besides, I don’t waste money on a stylist of all things. It seems quite ridiculous.”

“Yes, it was that hideous.”

#( ♣ replies )#( ♣ oliver )#i'm sorry beth is a shit

“Grey like your morals, or your dreadful personality? Luckily it matches both!”

He rubbed his cheek, biting his tongue to keep him from making yet another sex based comment. “Actually, your majesty, I would speak to you that way if you were a man. In fact, I probably would’ve pulled my dick out and made a few wry remarks. It’s called a joke, or this beautiful thing called a sense of humor.” He turned from her, taking a few steps before twisting his head back. “You’d have to catch me first, Beth. And I think we both know who would win that race.”

“I rather like when you call me your majesty.” Beth clenched her fists to keep from socking him in the jaw. “You’re lucky that your face is valuable or you’d have a black eye to go with that red cheek. I’ll find some way you can make this insolence up to me, now I mean it. Get the fuck out of my sight.”

#( ♣ replies )#( ♣ ben )

“Amusing,” he stated, though it was clear that he didn’t think it was anything close to being amusing.

“No, just your sensibilities. Your outfit isn’t nearly as heinous as the one I saw you in at the League Dinner last year.”

“I can assure you my stylist is the best there is.” Beth smirked. “It’s too bad yours is colorblind.”

“Do you really think of me that often that you remember what I wore to the League Dinner? I’m flattered.”

“Kinky.”

“Would you like me to make sure you’re watching? I can make sure there’s a lot of extra bounce, like on Baywatch- Sure, Merc has the league’s best ass, but we all know I’m a solid second.”

Beth reached forward and slapped him straight across the face. “How dare you speak to me like that. If I was a bloke would you still address me like that? Just because I am a woman does not give you the right to speak to me like that. I would cut you from the team immediately if it were solely up to me. Now get the fuck out of my face before I fucking kill you.”

#( ♣ ben )#( ♣ replies )

“I’ve seen your pitiful stats, yes.”

“Your humors? Have you suddenly been transported back to a time where there weren’t potions to treat those things?”

Beth moved closer, and considered pulling her wand out--maybe giving him a little zap. “If only that ego of yours could be turned into something beneficial. Like... winning maybe?”

“I believe taking walks is good for you, and so did my gran, and her mum, and her mum, and so on. Would you like to resort to making fun of my hair? Or my outfit?”

#( ♣ replies )#( ♣ malcolm )

chaserdonechasing:

Her words only push him to hit harder, but he does come to a rest. Beth, you and I both know that I wasn’t drafted to only give seventy percent. Besides, look! I didn’t even charm the bag to block and hit back, which I only started after you quit letting me spar against an actual person. You’re not going to need a sub next game, Beth. If it makes you feel better, I’m done for today.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up and we can grab something to eat, yeah? You’re going to need some protein after that... exercise.” Beth raised an eyebrow, desperately trying not to smirk.

“If only that were true, Cawdor. The Magpies perhaps should spend less on a subpar management, and more on recruiting better players.”

“Are things truly so bad that you need to be lurking about our clubhouse, hoping to overhear something that might give you the edge? Or do you have some ‘right’ to that as well?”

“Have you seen my team’s record next to yours, de Boys? Sorry, mate. The numbers don’t lie.”

“I didn’t even know this hovel was your clubhouse. I was merely on a walk to help with my humors. Us humans need to breathe once and a while, dunno if you’d understand that.”

“Seesh. Did someone piss in your cheerios? And by someone I mean Richardson- He looked particularly smarmy today.”

“You know if you keep frowning like that you might get stress lines.”.

#( ♣ ben )#( ♣ replies )#bending him over and SPANKING

“If you ever talk to be like that again I will have you off of my team. Do you understand?”

“You just scored yourself some extra practice time, congratulations.”

“What do you think you’re doing in here? And before you answer, I would think long and hard about which answer is least likely to get you cursed.”

“I’ll give you to the count of ten.”

“Contrary to what you believe, darling, I don’t have to answer to you. You see--I get paid four times the amount you do, and retain the right to walk wherever I please.”

“----it is interesting that you believe you can’t best me in a duel, even though you can’t even perform on the pitch. Green isn’t a good colour on you.”

“Okay I hear what you’re saying, but just consider this: What if I did it anyway?”

#( ♣ replies )#( ♣ ben )#@ beth stop being a MEANIE HEAD

“Do you know who’s in control here? I’ll give you a hint, it certainly isn’t you. Ever heard the phrase everyone’s replaceable? There’s a reason we’re the best team in the league.”

chaserdonechasing:

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” Beth moved from the shadows, leaning against the wall. “You don’t want to have to send in a sub for the next match, do you?”

#( ♣ replies )#( ♣ malcolm )

“Okay serious question- when thing are “frowned upon” that doesn’t mean illegal, does it? Or is it one of those nice ways of saying it’s not technically illegal but if we catch you doing it we’ll kick your ass?”