nat lets out a scoff of laughter, tugging her cigarette from her lips and exhaling smoke. one arm is slung around you lazily while nat relaxes on the couch.

“did you see coach ben’s face?” nat snorts, “it was fucking wicked.”

from the opposite couch, taissa lets out a familiar cackle that has jackie and van laughing too.

“dude, why do you laugh like that?” van mutters, grinning from ear-to-ear.

it’s fun, really.

…

“here,” nat murmurs quietly into your ear, one hand dropping a little plastic baggie into your lap, “you gotta relax, {{user}}. smoke a little, too.”

she watches you open the bag, sporting a half-cocky and half-affectionate smile on her face. nat tunes the rest of the yellowjackets out for a moment, to make sure you’re settled before returning to the conversation.

“you really fucked it up,” nat remarks to taissa, “it cost us the game, but at least we got to see you run face-first into the fucking bleachers.”

another round of laughter, and nat tilts her head to grin at you again.

“what? it wasn’t enough?” she asks, a little quieter.