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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 20:35:56 GMT -4
"And they love you, too, sir," Leigh replied softly, before turning her attention to Natasha.
"Well, I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that the cafe is still hiring, if you want me to check. But you don't get to boss me around there, ma'am. We're gonna be a staff of jocks at this rate. Me, Jackson, you. And Brody's awesome on the field, but she is so not allowed to work there."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 20:44:33 GMT -4
"I'd love for you to check," Natasha said quickly, feeling a little awkward once she realized how enthusiastic she was sounding. "I mean, yeah, sure. If it's not too much trouble, I wouldn't mind. And having a staff of jocks would be great, we can do all of the heavy lifting, and we won't have to worry about losing our stamina while we try to do our jobs. But why can't Brody work there? I mean, other than the fact that her friend would kill her if she left that call center."
"Dunno about Brody, but she won't let me work there either, something about not working with your girlfriend," Sera sighed. "She's picky about her staff, you should be honored, Tash."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 20:55:52 GMT -4
"Because I can't imagine her smiling winningly and being perfectly polite to hordes of customers when Random Comment is playing," Leigh replied bluntly. "And I already told you," she said pointedly to Sera, "that it would only get weird, and that's bad. And I'm allowed to be picky. Seneca Cafe, is my cafe. So there."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 21:11:47 GMT -4
"Oh yeah," Natasha replied, scrunching up her face a bit. "Ophi's band. I forgot that she can't stand them, I banned her from complaining during practice and or games, so I haven't heard about it in a while," she admitted, a little sheepishly.
"Your cafe? Does your boss know that it's your cafe?" Sera replied slyly, cocking an eyebrow. "Somehow, I doubt that. Also, I wouldn't make it weird. I'm helpful, and dedicated. Middle name, remember?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 21:35:11 GMT -4
"Madeline, remember?" Leigh teased. "And you said yourself you don't want a job. And I think I've worked more than the boss, lately, until Jackson came anyway. It's my cafe right now, woman.
"And you're a good captain," the blonde directed to Natasha. "I like Brody well enough, but I'm starting to think her life revolves around Random Comment more than it does for the actual band members. That's when it becomes a problem."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 21:43:52 GMT -4
"Don't make me walk down to city hall, and have that changed," Sera teased back, rolling her eyes. "And I don't really want a job, but I should probably get one. Dad says that I should get one," she added.
"Yeah, I can see that," Natasha agreed, as she slowly stood up from her seat, and stretched her arms slightly. "Anyway, enough chitchat. Want to play a bit, or keep waiting for the other girls? They're officially late now."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 21:46:05 GMT -4
"I am not going to call you 'Seraphim Dedication'," Leigh said, and then considered. "Not that it has a terrible ring to it, really."
She hopped to her feet. "Soccer! Yes, please!"
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 21:50:58 GMT -4
"My mother is fancy like that, and a bit strange. If she had really called me that, I wouldn't have been shocked," Seraphim replied. She was more or less yanked to her own feet, as Leigh hopped up, and she shook her head a bit. "Okay, let's do this."
"Excellent," Natasha agreed, beaming, as she lightly began to dribble the soccer ball in place. "Someone want to play nets, and we'll just practice shots?"
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 21:56:16 GMT -4
"Sounds good, we'll rotate nets and I'll take first go," Leigh responded, running quickly to the aforementioned place, took position, and waited expectantly for Sera and Natasha to get on with it.
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 22:03:21 GMT -4
"She's excellent nets, it won't be easy," Natasha mused, smirking a bit at Sera. "There's a second ball in my bag, grab it and let's get this going, then," she added, before jogging off to the middle of the field.
Seraphim nodded, grabbing the second soccer ball out of Natasha's bag, before dropping it onto the grass, and quickly following behind her. Stopping beside her captain, she waited for just a moment, before moving forward, taking the first shot in Leigh's direction.
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 22:13:12 GMT -4
Leigh easily swept over and blocked the shot, sticking her tongue out at Sera. "You can do better than that," she taunted, hopping lightly, getting her blood to flow a little more easily. She hadn't exactly warmed up, Sera-kisses aside.
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 22:29:43 GMT -4
"Don't be a bitch!" Sera replied, scowling deeply at the other girl, as she reached out to stop the ball that was rolled back toward her.
"Kind of the goalie's job, hun," Natasha chimed in quietly, as she stepped up, and took her own shot at the net; she'd been practicing goalie-less for at least an hour, and was well warmed up.
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 22:38:40 GMT -4
Leigh half-pouted. "How's that being a bitch? I know you can shoot past me when you're good and warmed up, unless you're saying you can't." She dove towards Natasha's, and the ball glanced off her fingertips and went into the goal anyway. "Now stop being distracting, woman!"
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 22:42:15 GMT -4
"I never said I can't," Seraphim replied quickly, stepping up, and readying her second shot of the day. "And I'm not distracting, Tash is just kicking your, quite cute, little ass."
"Guys, focus?" the blonde suggested idly, as she watched Sera take another shot, and she prepared for her next one as well, ball under foot.
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Oct 30, 2008 22:52:28 GMT -4
Leigh, ignoring all comments, nodded shortly. Sera might well get lost in her books, but Leigh got lost in her sports equally, and darted, this time blocking the shot properly. It was a huge step in zoning herself, and suddenly very little existed outside the black-and-white ball and irrepressible urge to stop it, no matter what the cost.
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