And yep, they are very alone. Very, very alone. (Like, did everyone need to pee? Seriously?) Down below, the zambonis fire up, a good clean strip of ice along each side of the rink. Andy runs a nervous hand through her hair (only whoops, yeah, that's his arm).
"Okay, maybe, like, some onion rings," she says, just to kill the silence, except she really only says about two of those words, because boom, kissing.
This is really starting to send the wrong message.
At least it isn't her fault this time (she thinks, she thinks, if his hand on her jaw is any indication)-- but the part where they don't stop, and they don't stop, and then she hums a little bit and Sam leans, like, completely out of his chair to get at her mouth? Yeah, that part's kind of her fault.
There are fifteen minutes between now and the start of the third period. Possibly Andy's in some sort of trouble here.
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Date: 2011-08-26 02:02 am (UTC)"Okay, maybe, like, some onion rings," she says, just to kill the silence, except she really only says about two of those words, because boom, kissing.
This is really starting to send the wrong message.
At least it isn't her fault this time (she thinks, she thinks, if his hand on her jaw is any indication)-- but the part where they don't stop, and they don't stop, and then she hums a little bit and Sam leans, like, completely out of his chair to get at her mouth? Yeah, that part's kind of her fault.
There are fifteen minutes between now and the start of the third period. Possibly Andy's in some sort of trouble here.