[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]

"This is not a spectator sport."

Blair was firm in this. Trying to talk her out of it was looking for some sort of fight or argument or really a whole host of bad decisions. This was not something you wanted to get into with her. It was best to just surrender. Smiling prettily, she tilted her head. "It isn't a racetrack, we're not betting on horses or dogs, this is hockey. You play, unless lack of limb prevents you."