Summary:Darcy celebrates making the team. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Tryouts done! Darcy, aka Tits McGee, is officially the team. She also has a few new bruises for her trouble. Not that she cares. She ran her endurance check, managing nearly forty laps in five minutes. Then she did all the basic skills flawlessly, and when they tossed her in with the team for a quick scrimmage to see which position was best, Darcy showed that her curves were perfectly tailormade for taking up real estate on the rink and that she loved shoving her ass around, bashing into team mates cleanly, and weaving in the way of just about everyone on the opposite team. Her pink eyes were quick and sharp, and when she was done, she rolled over to Jimmy for a celebritory hug. she'd intro duced him, of course, before she skated, and when it was done, she invited him to join some of the girls at a near by eatery to celebrate. A large table was secured, and Darcy sat with Jimmy on one end.
"AH! Fuck yes!" she crows again, still on cloud nine
Jimmy had been right there rink-side the whole time. When that stage name got officially introduced — of /course/ she'd arranged for him to first hear it over the loud speakers — he palmed his face, and kept one hand nearby to half-hide the red glow of his cheeks. But after a little while, he gets past that and focuses on what he's here to do: cheering on Darcy. Though he insists on calling out that or McGee, not… the other thing.
When the runs done, he catches up with her, waving a hand to help her find him, and then gets a tighter hug than he'd been expecting. He's still slightly disoriented when the invitation comes, and just gives a half-mumbled, "S-Sure."
Soon after, there they are at Tavern On The Green. While the girls all laugh with each other, whether from joking, boasting, or just talking over particularly fun impacts, Jimmy does what he can to fade into the background by comparison.
Not that he goes dead silent. He still talks with Darcy. "That was… more aggressive than I was expecting." He's still coming down from having soaked it up from beside the rink.
"What were you expecting? Powder puff?" Darcy quips, grinning around her straw. Oddly, there's no lip stick today. Bare face, bare lips, and a lot of bruising. She's leaning on the table, forearms crossed, bent low enough to get at her straw. Their order was placed, and food was being made, giving everyone time to talk and socializes and hang out.
"Seriously, though? Glad you came out. It's nice to have people cheering for you."
Jimmy looks with concern at some of those riddled bruises. They certainly help better sell the impacts from the other skaters, but Jimmy's still processing that her skin's just delicate and she's not actually had major damage. "Well, I was expecting more padding, for one. But I'll come cheer anytime." He holds up a finger. "Just as long as you don't expect me to chant your stage name." He smiles up at the waiter as he places Jimmy's milkshake.
Darcy moves likes she's not even aware that the bruises are there.
"Of course I expect you to chant my skater name! That's why I HAVE a skater name!" Darcy retorts emphatically, pink eyes wide. Pink eyes, no glasses.
Jimmy pouts, arms folded over his chest while he gives Darcy a good, stern look, his blue eyes locked with her contact lenses. He even channels forward some of the confidence and aggression he's soaked up. "I am /not/ going to chant 'Tits'." Hey, he actually manages the word without stuttering.
It make Darcy pout, comically, cartonnishly, pout. "Puh-weeeze?" she whines, leaning forward a bit more, trying to look like a wide eyed kitten
Jimmy's cheeks blaze hotter, but he keeps his stern posture. Albeit with a little cheek-twitching from the effort of keeping his eyes up at face height instead of skittering away to the side. "You really have way too much fun with this, don't you."
Darcy nods, never losing eye contact even as the pout slides toward a mischevious grin. "Too much. Hate for me it?"
Jimmy huffs. But… "Of course not. You've every right to tease however much you like. And /I/ have every right to be awkward as hell trying to find somewhere comfortable to rest my eyes."
"Want me to stand up and present?" Darcy offers, perking up. Back straight, eyes wide, she almost looks innocent. Almost. The halo's on crooked, because they slipped on the horns.
Jimmy's cheek twitches. She may have the wide eyes right, but he can practically /taste/ the mischievous glee radiating from her. "Present what, exactly?"
"Mah ass," Darcy crows, grinning widely now. She shifts her weight forward, so that she's not out of her chair but it's clear that she's no longer completely sitting.
Again, Jimmy palms his face. It takes him a second to even respond to such a suggestion. "No thank you." He finally remembers he has a milkshake, and takes a long pull through a straw.
"Your loss," Darcy quips, smiling and dropping back down to her seat. "I'll give you a raincheck, tho. Because I'm prolly gonna bruise my ass and you're gonna need to check it out," she adds, smirking into finding her straw again. SLURP!
Jimmy pokes his tongue out at her. "I will if it comes to being a /medical/ issue, but don't expect me to have fun with it." Then something slips out which he probably hadn't intended to say aloud. "Much more a breast man." He realises a half-second after, and goes immediately pale. What kind of ammunition has he just given her?
The best kind, if the sudden widening of her smile into something that a clown prince of crime might find endearing.
"Oh. Okay," Darcy chirps happily.
Jimmy doesn't sigh or groan or facepalm. Instead he lets out a little whine and leans slightly back from her, as if worried he's about to get somehow bitten. He slides his milkshake between them, using it as a shield while he sips away.
Did you think that would save you? Darcy smiles and when he's well adn truly committed to his slurp she starts singing, loudly, and off key: "Myyyy milk shake brings all the boys to the yard!" Which sets of the chain reaction of the rest of the team taking over, drowning out the over head music being piped in by the bar.
/Now/ Jimmy facepalms, dropping his head down into his hand. At least that shields his eyes from the dance which inevitably goes with that particular song. Nope, only milkshake around here is the dairy product he's drinking. Though blushing that hotly just cannot be comfortable during the summer months.
That blush makes Darcy fall back into her chair laughing before she's up again and leaning over the table to try to grab Jimmy's wrists and pull him forward enough for her to… she has no idea way.
"Aaaww Meth! It's okay, methie pie!"
"Nnnnh." That puppyish growl accompanies Jimmy fighting against her grab, his hand still held up and shielding himself. Nope, not exposing his shy eyes, not if he can help it.
Darcy finally gives up… by letting go after pulling herself clsoe enough so she can LICK the back of a hand. She flops back to her seat just as the waiteress comes by with plates. The first of many.
Jimmy yelps a quick "Gah!" when he feels her /licking/ him. That gets him to lower his hand, so he can give her a dubious look. "What? Seriously, what?" For his order, he's just having a chicken caesar salad. Not the healthiest of salads, but it still is a salad.
"Food's here, Boobman," she says to Jimmy, once again with that angelic sweet grin. Her own meal is put in front of her. A big ass burger with bacon and cheese and onion rings. Fuck yes. The nly thing healthy about her meal is the water she's been drinking.
Jimmy gives her a long, hard stare. "If it has to be one of those, I think I'd much prefer 'Meth'." That's for nicknames, not some order for party favours. At least they have something else to busy themselves now.