abby has two intro songs for rugby. the team has a home and away versions of each players’ intros, to get hyped for the games in the locker room and while doing warm ups
abby’s home song is good life by kanye west & t-pain. cause she loves home games and the student section cheering her on as she zooms around the field. it’s her favorite kind of high and she’s so grateful for the support
and her away song is humble by kendrick lamar because she didn’t come to play nice ofc
hello - sugarland / cowboy take me away - the chicks / bless the broken road - rascal flatts / where have all the cowboys gone? - paula cole / wondering why - the red clay strays / you’re still the one - shania twain / jackie and wilson - hozier / landslide - the chicks / cigarettes- the wreckers / bitch - meredith brooks / you were meant for me - jewel / save a horse, ride a cowboy - big & rich / the giver - chappell roan / whiskey and women - maddie rean / i’m the only one - melissa etheridge
you and abby are in the kitchen, cleaning, and she’s playing your shared throwback playlist through the bluetooth speaker. low by flo rida and t-pain comes on and you’re two coffees in and something just comes over you. abby laughs in shock as you get into it, doing everything from the running man to twerking as you put away the utensils from the dishwasher. you are in your own world, your own nightclub in the middle of the day. halfway through you gesture for abby to join you, making overexaggerated moves to make her laugh loudly. she quickly makes her way over to you, shimming her shoulders. you guys dance like you’re in middle school, half grinding, half just you guys doing a noncompetitive dance battle until the song fades. it’s embarrassing how out of breath you both are (shouting lyrics while dancing takes it out of ya) but once you guys make eye contact, you’re breaking out in giggles. she’s laughing so hard she almost falls over and seeing her stumble makes you laugh harder until you guys are even more out of breath.
“stop! it hurts,” abby whines out, clutching her aching abs.
you have to turn your back on her to stop the laughter from bubbling up.
“okay. whew! i think im done,” you halt another laugh when you turn around and see abby bent over. “oh my god are you good?”
“yeah” abby stands straight up. “that hurt my abs more than any gym session has. my god.” she breathes out. once you guys are on the safe side of the laughing fit, she pulls you into her body, arms resting on your shoulders. she rocks you guys as the playlist continues on in the background. it’s just the music for a minute before abby mumbles into the side of your head. “i wish i knew middle school you. i bet you won all the dance battles.”
you snort. “you are giving middle school me too much credit but thank you for saying i won our dance battle”
abby leans back. “i didn’t say you won.”
you put your index finger to her lips, shushing her.
“it’s okay baby. you can’t win every battle”
abby rolls her eyes halfheartedly.
“shuddup,” she says, but the word is soaked in the syrupy sweetness that she saves for you and you only.