Little drabble I wrote for 12_c, prompt "unlikely friends." Sam and Jean.
Jean eyed the shot glass warily, the memory of Samuel spilling on her at the Nike party still fresh. But if her trade to the C-Bucs was going to work, they would have to be civil.
“U.Picon’s tragic loss is the source of our bad blood,” he began.
She probably would have said me scoring on you with only three seconds to go in the entire collegiate finals, but why be petty. “So?”
“This is a U.Picon shot,” he said. “Take it, and all will be forgiven.”
“What’s in it?”
“Rum and seawater.”
She knocked it back like a pro.