[For Blair & Serena]

[thewordofweb]

I'm still reeling at the fact that somehow, some way, I've been convinced to give field hockey a go. Not only does my masculinity smart slightly, but the fact that a young girl has me wrapped around her finger does, too. "Prinzessin," I drone as I lean heavily on the stick and glance Blair's way, begging with my eyes.

"Honestly, don't you need some kind of sideline support instead of a player?" I beg. "I'm very good at watching. I can even demean the other players for you loudly. I've been getting lessons in how to be a complete jackass and they shouldn't go to waste."

Because field hockey...of all things. I'm never going to live it down. If nothing else, I'm going to give Skinny Sisk a damn aneurysm from laughing too much.

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[filmstarbeauty]

"Dirty." Blair stated, matter-of-factly. It was true. The rules were there, written out and to be followed so that they could be refereed, but they were made to be broken. Everything else was just second hand. "There are two teams, two goals. Are you will be so far?"

[turnthebadinme.livejournal.com]

"You've got eleven players on each team," Serena added, "which means we'll have to do a lot more lessons, 'cause I doubt there's twenty-two people here familiar with the game. And like pretty much all ball games, the point is to get to the goal - which, yes, when Blair's playing, sometimes means playing dirty." That was, admittedly, half the fun.

[thewordofweb.livejournal.com]

"Dirty," I echo with a hint of a playful grin on my face. "I can do that. I mean, people might be a little pissed at me for it, but they ought to be used to it by now."