forum Apaixonar: The act of falling in love.//OxO//Romance//CLOSED

Started March 29, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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"Half olives." Babe said, fishing around her pocket for her wallet, which was in her other pocket. "I'm in an olive mood."

Henry nodded, ordering quickly and laying a few bills on the counter. "I made you sing, I'll pay for the food."

"I'm fully capable o' payin', Jacobs." Babe said, narrowing her eyes at him as she finally found her wallet,

"But I'm going to pay, so that's done." He gave her a satisfied smile as soon as his money disappeared into the cash register.

Babe grumbled, but gave up trying to convince him once his money was gone. "Fine, but I'm paying next time."

Henry conceded, finding a table a little ways away from the few other people. "So, what was your last hockey team like?" He asked, for need of a conversation starter.

"Cutthroat." Babe said, plopping down into her chair. "It was the best team in the district. They took the best players they could find, regardless o' gender, and made 'em pros."

Henry nodded. "We're the only team in the district." He said, shaking his head slightly. The kind of competition she'd had to deal with, he had no idea how to handle. He'd never had to.

"Tha' just mean you're already the best." Babe said, a grin lighting up her face as she fiddled with the straw she'd nicked from the counter.

Henry grinned despite himself. "I'll take that. We'll see, once competitions start." The pizza came out, already sliced and warm.

Babe's grin widened at the sight of the pizza, and she was quick to claim a still hot piece. Starting at the crust, she began to eat. "So, what's the team's track record with winnin'?"

Henry laughed through his first bite of the pizza. "Not great. I think we've won… Four or five games? In the last three years. The first year, we didn't compete, though. Not enough players. So two years."

Babe blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Four or five? God, I've got my work cut out with y'all." She finished off her piece after that, almost like a magic trick with how fast it had disappeared.

"We just don't have enough committed players. Maybe this season." He grabbed another piece to add to his plate, insuring she wouldn't eat the rest.

"Maybe. Y'wanna know a surefire way t' get 'em committed?" Babe asked, raising an eyebrow as she started on another piece of pizza.

"Definitely." He said it through a large mouth of pizza, covering his mouth as he tried to chew through it.

"Scare 'em." She said simply, picking an olive off the pizza, despite having plenty on the slice she was eating. "Threats, that kinda thing."

"Doable, now that we have a full team. Last year we needed them to be able to compete." He finished his slice and moved to the next one, starting to list ideas.

"Lemme know if ya need help with that. I'm pretty good at bein' scary when I wanna be." Babe said, moving on to what at this point was probably her fourth piece.

Henry grinned. "Maybe when you're medicated." He nudged her under the table. "You want another pizza?"

"I told ya I could eat three, and ya didn' believe me." Babe pointed out, nudging him back. "I haven' eaten all day." And yet, she somehow managed to not answer the original question at all.

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you not get fed at home?" He pulled his legs to the side, out of Babe's kicking reach.

"There's food, I just don' eat all that often when I'm busy." Babe said with a shrug, balling up a napkin and tossing it at him.

Henry shook his head, catching the napkin. "That's not healthy." He raised an eyebrow. "I'll be right back, order us another pizza. Do not take my last slice."

"I'm going to take your last slice." Babe said, completely ignoring his first comment as she juggled a couple olives she'd set aside on her plate.