[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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[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."