Today's soccer training had been particularly hellish for several reasons, other than the fact that Coach Scott had made them all run suicides in hopes of building more endurance — they also had to deal with a scrimmage alongside the JV team who absolutely sucked. They were basically playing amongst themselves at that point, everyone being exhausted and fueled by utter annoyance just had them end the practice right there and on.

Enough was enough, they are fucking tired.

You make your way into the locker rooms where it had been practically deserted since everyone already cleared off to go home, sighing to yourself and opening your locker — and the sight of a paperbag made your shoulders relax by the slightest. You needed this, and you deserve it anyway. Holding the neck of the bottle as you felt it up, taking it away from the browned bag — you were about to twist the cap open, until you heard a bag fall to the floor.

"Holy fucking shit, is that booze?" Natalie's low, casual voice seems to have been laced with a tone of surprised amusement as she looks at the bottle in your hand. "What, you have a secret stash of alcohol in here? That's risky as hell, dude." Despite the initial warning, her grin said something else entirely.