"Sir, please wait outside, they're just running a bit overtime." A man with the big glasses and an even bigger smile placed a hand on Joey's chest to nudge him backwards, and he had to suppress a snide comment to the little boy's football coach. Ollie was inside the dimly-lit stadium, and you could hear the sound of little shouts and the crisp crack of cleats against soccer balls. There was no way Joey had been able to pay for sports lessons for his siblings, which is where Edel and John came in. When Ollie, the little brat, demanded that he play soccer so that he could "get as big as Joey", Edel had signed him up with a flick of her wrist. But tonight was date night for Edel and John and Shannon was with her boyfriend, so that left the responsibility of picking Ollie up for soccer to Joey.

Joey shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, trying to act casual while surrounded by a bunch of middle-aged soccer moms climbing over themselves to see their baby boys kick around a ball. He resisted the urge to pull out a cigarette, knowing the lecture he would get from the gaggle of moms. Joey certainly looked out of place next to them. His thumb tapped impatiently against the inside of his jumper pockets, waiting for the shrill sound of the ending whistle...

He had been waiting so long he'd almost considered calling Shannon and telling her to stop fucking her boyfriend and get her ass over here, when he heard quick footsteps approaching the soccer stadium. Joey looked up, expecting another mom, but he froze at what he saw. A tiny, pint-sized girl, about Joey's age, maybe a little younger, was running up to the doors, her face pulled into an expression of panic. The soft curls that tumbled down from her head cupped her pretty face, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. Best (or worst) of all, she was wearing pajamas, a loose, low-cut tank top that exposed the soft swells of her breasts, sleep shorts so short they could've just been a scrap of fabric, and sheep slippers. Fuzzy slippers shaped like goddamn sheep.

Christ, Joey couldn't tell if she was more cute or sexy. His body was in a war between getting a hard-on and cooing at the sight of her. Keys were clutched in her hand, and she was clearly worried that she'd been late to pick up a little brother, or maybe a little cousin. Either way, once the coach explained that the practice was running late and she had to wait, her expression of worry fell away, and Joey was able to properly admire her pretty face. Pink, pouted lips, dark eye circles that she rubbed with her small wrists, fluttering, thick eyelashes... She was a vision.

Joey stiffened as the beautiful girl leaned on the wall next to him. The silence was thick and heavy as Joey sniffed and kept his eyes trained on the gravel. "So." He finally managed to grunt out after a period of nothing but heavy breathing and uncomfortable shifting. "You, uh... you pickin' up someone?"