I Only Care about the World Cup, because My Characters Do
elvisvf101 and charliechaplin2 get the blame for this. Mostly Elvis, but CC is responsible too.
“Ha!” Zoe grinned as the England team moved officially into the second round. “Sorry, Slovenia, but we gotta keep it in the UK.”
Mamoru grimaced slightly, hoping a petulant railing against France and how it should have been Ireland advancing into the second round was not forthcoming.
Fortunately, such a rant was interrupted before it could start by Nate. “And that is how it’s done! How’s second place feel, Zoe?”
“What?!” She turned to the other screen to see that USA had also won their match and would be advancing as well. “No…Damnit!”
“Sorry, babes, but let’s face, my team is better at scoring than yours.”
Kadir rolled his eyes as he stepped out to get a round of beers. There were times that Zoe could be as male as any of them, and he had no desire to be witness to a measuring contest.
“Oh? My team scores just fine, thank you. We have no problem bringing it to the net.” Zoe stood, facing Nate as the man smirked.
“Perhaps your balls just get knocked away more often?”
Zoe sneered, “I assure you, we have no problem scoring, nor do our balls get knocked away.”
Mamoru leaned over to Jie and whispered, “She is aware she doesn’t actually have any balls, isn’t she?”
Jie snorted and rolled his eyes, “Ghana and Germany… this may be the only moment either of them get.” He spoke loud enough to be heard, “And trust me, even if USA advances, they play South Korea. And I can assure you, we will show them exactly how to score.”
Nate turned and rolled his eyes, “As if. We will, as always, score earlier and more frequently.”
Kadir cleared his throat as he returned into the living room with a tray full of beers. “You know the girls want to join us for tomorrow’s Japan game. I would hope you can all conduct yourselves less crudely with them here. I doubt Makoto or Ami would appreciate this conversation, and Rei would not hesitate to burn off your hair, Jie.”
Mamoru groaned, “Which means the whole game will be listening to the girls coo over the players.”
“Aw,” Zoe reached over and squeezed their liege’s shoulder, “Jealous much? I’ve seen the Japanese players… I assure you, none of them could pull off a purple tuxedo. So I’d say you’re safe.”
“Ha!” Zoe grinned as the England team moved officially into the second round. “Sorry, Slovenia, but we gotta keep it in the UK.”
Mamoru grimaced slightly, hoping a petulant railing against France and how it should have been Ireland advancing into the second round was not forthcoming.
Fortunately, such a rant was interrupted before it could start by Nate. “And that is how it’s done! How’s second place feel, Zoe?”
“What?!” She turned to the other screen to see that USA had also won their match and would be advancing as well. “No…Damnit!”
“Sorry, babes, but let’s face, my team is better at scoring than yours.”
Kadir rolled his eyes as he stepped out to get a round of beers. There were times that Zoe could be as male as any of them, and he had no desire to be witness to a measuring contest.
“Oh? My team scores just fine, thank you. We have no problem bringing it to the net.” Zoe stood, facing Nate as the man smirked.
“Perhaps your balls just get knocked away more often?”
Zoe sneered, “I assure you, we have no problem scoring, nor do our balls get knocked away.”
Mamoru leaned over to Jie and whispered, “She is aware she doesn’t actually have any balls, isn’t she?”
Jie snorted and rolled his eyes, “Ghana and Germany… this may be the only moment either of them get.” He spoke loud enough to be heard, “And trust me, even if USA advances, they play South Korea. And I can assure you, we will show them exactly how to score.”
Nate turned and rolled his eyes, “As if. We will, as always, score earlier and more frequently.”
Kadir cleared his throat as he returned into the living room with a tray full of beers. “You know the girls want to join us for tomorrow’s Japan game. I would hope you can all conduct yourselves less crudely with them here. I doubt Makoto or Ami would appreciate this conversation, and Rei would not hesitate to burn off your hair, Jie.”
Mamoru groaned, “Which means the whole game will be listening to the girls coo over the players.”
“Aw,” Zoe reached over and squeezed their liege’s shoulder, “Jealous much? I’ve seen the Japanese players… I assure you, none of them could pull off a purple tuxedo. So I’d say you’re safe.”