the thrill of it (jackson) Mar 8, 2017 10:46:27 GMT -6
Post by EMMA ROONEY on Mar 8, 2017 10:46:27 GMT -6
Timing: April 2011
Another game, another win and the thrill of it still didn't wear off. Emma hoped they would finish at the top of the league this year. And maybe she would try out for the National Team. She wasn't as bulky as the current beaters on the team or as male, but it would be good to have another girl. And there had been talks of one of the beaters retiring, as he had wanted to for a few years now. Emma couldn't think about that now though- she simply had to play her best and hope that the Tornados would come home with the championship title.
Emma's team gathered once more in a pub, this time electing for one in Swansea. Tutshill was close to Wales, though Emma didn't frequent this bit of the UK much. She usually travelled east, towards London. There was just more to do. Or north, towards Scotland. There were answers in Scotland, of that she was sure. For now, she would have a pint or six with her teammates and enjoy the evening celebrations.
It was a Saturday night though, and things started to get out of hand rather quicker than expected. At some point, Emma had switched to vodka redbulls, which was never a good idea to start with. The rest of her teammates were singing loudly about some old warlock called Odo. Emma couldn't help but giggle at their antics. The bartenders looked thoroughly amused, and it was a miracle that they weren't kicked out of the pub. Suddenly, the keeper flung out his arms as the song came to a close and knocked Emma in the face. She stumbled backwards, spilling her drink on both herself and someone else.
Emma spun to face the stranger, and clapped a hand over her mouth. She was certainly tipsy, but there was no way that alcohol could have enhanced how fit this bloke was. And she had just gone and spilled half her drink on him. "I'm so sorry!" she said through her fingers. She dropped her hand from her mouth, still staring at him. "Let me get you a napkin I am so sorry," said Emma, turning round to fetch a napkin from the bar before returning. She appraised his shirt, wondering if she should just ask him to take it off.