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“I don't think you realize the depth of fucked up we're gonna get tonight,” Ashyln chuckled and slid her arm around Ali's waist as she settled onto the blonde's lap. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and a dash of mischief. Ali groaned and rested her head against Ashlyn's shoulder.
“Do you remember the last time we did this?” Ali sighed, addressing the group. “I think I'm getting too old for this shit.”
“Do I remember last time? How could I ever forget the world's most awkward hook up between Alex and Tobin? Oh my GOD they were so fucking jumpy for months! If they'd even brush against each other, they'd leap apart.” Pinoe cackled. “It's definitely time for another night like that.”
“No. Not another night like that, ever.” Hope plopped down next to Pinoe on the couch across from where Ali and Ashlyn sat wrapped in each other. She rolled her eyes, doing her best to look disgusted by their affection, even though secretly, she loved how sweet they were with each other.
“What was wrong with that night?” Kelley asked, joining into the conversation easily. She scooted herself between Hope's knees and sat on the floor, a carmel apple sucker between her lips. Her arms rested comfortably on Hope's knees. Ashlyn and Ali shared a look of faux disgust; Kelley and Hope could be sickly sweet together. Pinoe smiled at them, her keen eyes zeroed in a small red mark that suspiciously resembled a hickey on Kelley's neck. She quickly looked away when Hope shot her a look. Ali laughed, noticing the exchange before she addressed Kelley.
“There was so much lesbian activity that night, I think Jill was going to kill us all. She's got it hard enough dealing with me and Ash, not to mention you and Hope-” Hope cleared her throat and clenched her jaw and Kelley giggled.
“After that night, almost the entire team was questioning their sexuality. Well, all the previously heterosexual ones anyway,” Ashlyn continued for her girlfriend. A smile played across her lips as she remembered the hungover team following the night of drinking and debauchery. A game of truth or dare flirted with the boundaries of some of the women, enough for the spark to grow into a flame between several of the players. Some had since fizzled out never to be revisited, while others continued to grow. Even Carli had admitted to kissing Becky in the bathroom, although both of them agreed it was more curiosity over mutual attraction.
“Exactly! That's why I'm looking forward to this so much!” Pinoe exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “I'm starting a betting pool, it's final.” She shot a look to Hope, daring her to challenge her. Hope put her hands up in surrender.
“The last thing I'm gonna do is place bets on who is going to sleep with whom. I didn't like it when you did that with Kelley and myself; I certainly am not going to inflict that on my team mates.” Hope said firmly. Kelley leaned backward, placing her head in Hope's lap and looking up at her. A grin spread across her freckled face and Hope did her best to avoid meeting her eyes. The blush that crept up the goalkeepers neck gave away her mindset to everyone involved in the conversation but the group was smart enough not to address it. The romance between Kelley and herself had long been a sore spot for Hope, who had adamantly insisted she was straight for years all the while occasionally taking Kelley to bed. She had finally admitted to herself that she wasn't as straight as she thought; she and Kelley had been all but inseparable since. Carli had made a mild joke about it not long after and Hope didn't speak to her unless she absolutely had to for three days. Since then, no one dared to bring up Hope's change of heart.
“Well, I'm personally gonna bet on Tobin and Steph, myself,” Ashlyn said casually. Ali scrunched her face.
“You just want McCaffrey to be gay,” She asserted.
“I want everyone to be gay,” Ashlyn snorted in response and Pinoe grinned. “Put me down for one hundred on Tobin nailing Hood Rat.”
“Nah, that's not gonna happen. I'm going with Kling and Moe.” Kelley said. Hope's mouth dropped open, mild offense painted her features. Kelley rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Don't even act scandalized, Solo. After Alyssa walked in on us in the hallway last time, you've lost the ability to try and act like you're not just as dirty as the rest of us,” she smirked.
“You should watch that mouth of yours, KO,” Hope warned, the corners of her lips twisted into an evil grin. “Or else anyone betting on another O'Solo hook up tonight will wake up poorer tomorrow morning.” Her voice was low and mildly threatening yet aloof. Nevertheless, Kelley's cocky smile melted from her face. Mild panic danced across her face.
“Oh shit,” Pinoe laughed again. “The shit talk is real. Alright, so we've got a Klingenmoe hook up down, a McTobin tryst. Any other takers?” Hope shushed the midfielder quickly when the rest of the team made their way into the room.
“Did I hear my name?” Tobin approached the group, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“No. Nope. We weren't talking about you,” Kelley piped up and smiled. Tobin raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
“Oh-kay then. Hey, can you guys keep an eye out for the jeans I was wearing yesterday? I can't find them...” She glanced around the room as if she would find the pants folded neatly on a side table.
“Maybe check with McCaffrey,” Ashlyn grinned cheekily. Ali elbowed her ribs, doing her best not to laugh out loud.
“Why would Steph have my pants?” Tobin asked inquisitively, her brow furrowed further in confusion.
“I don't know, why WOULD she have your pants, Toby?” Pinoe interjected and grinned.
“You guys are fucking weird,” Tobin mumbled and walked away, finding a place to stand in between Alex and Steph a few feet away. Ali burst out with laughter, losing the battle with her will to keep a straight face.
“Okay, I'm with Ash on that McTobin sitch.” She added when Steph rested her head on the wingers shoulder casually.
“And I'm with Kell on Klingenmoe,” Pinoe added. “So here's the deal then, if McTobin hooks up, Kelley and I will lose the bet and have to pay up. BUT if Klingenmoe hooks up, Krashlyn over there coughs up the dough. If neither happens, we all have to take care of Hope's chickens for a week.” Hope pursed her lips.
“You're not touching my chickens, Rapinoe. Last time, you almost lost Cruella.” Hope's eyes wandered the group thoughtfully. “If neither one happens, you all have to take all the players under twenty one out while the rest of us party.” Hope smiled wickedly and Pinoe narrowed her eyes.
“It's on, Solo.”