Yea, Caps the mom, Texas is the dad. I'm the favourite child, obvi.
Ronan
That means you'rethe problem child and Quade's the baby.
Fitz
You're weird. Plus, I'm older than Rip and he's definitely the problem child.
Tate
How do I leave this chat
Quade
Face it, Tx. You're stuck with us!
I roll my eyes and glance up to Alli’s seat. When I notice it’s empty I realize she must’ve got up. I have to fight the urge to steal her away to the galley. It’s too risky. Too many eyes.
Personally, I’d love for everyone to see. It’s casual for her though and she’s not going to risk her career for ‘casual’. It felt like more to me from the beginning. I think maybe it’s starting to be more for her too.
I run a hand through my hair. My legs start to bounce in anticipation. I’m already getting wired up for the game. I want to win and then I want to pull that beautiful woman into my arms and celebrate just the two of us.
“Do you know the room assignments?” I whisper to Ripley
“No, only Coach has them.”
When we are finally all filing into the hotel lobby, I see Allison at the front desk. She gets her room key and makes her way to the hotel elevator with Emalyn. They have their heads together giggling.
Alli
Rooming with Emalyn, Room 415.
Tate
I don’t know who I’m paired with yet, but hopefully they’re prepared to get kicked out.
Alli
How funny would it be if it was Ronan? Then we could just swap.
Ripley comes over and starts passing out key cards.
“Grady and Quade!” They high five like college bros. You’d think they’d get enough of each other at home, since Grady has been the vet to house the rookie per tradition. Guess not.
“Crowder and Bridges,” he calls out. My head rears back in surprise. I blink at him.Noo. Please. Anyone else. Literally anyone. I’d take Coach over that fucking guy.
“Volkov and Rodrigues.” Ripley continues in a flat voice. “Fitzgerald you’re with me.”
I rush towards Ripley, “Any chance I can get a switch?”
“Eh, maybe Tony will switch? I don’t know. Not a lot of guys wanna room with TJ. You’re stuck with him cause you’re the new guy.” Jordan just shrugged. “Any switches have to be approved by the coach though. I’m required to say that as captain.”
“Fuck. Ok, it’s fine.” I run a hand through my hair. Fitz glances between me and TJ with a confused frown.
I catch the elevator, twiddling my key card between my fingers the whole way up.
When I’m in the room, TJs already sprawled out on the bed closest to the door flipping through TV channels. I drop my bag onto the other one.
