06-06-2022, 10:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-20-2022, 10:03 AM by allbetsonjames. Edited 1 time in total.)
Carissa is told that Norfolk has movie nights. That's cool, she likes movie nights. She loved curling up in a million blankets as a kid at some girl's house for a sleepover, and zoning out to some animated animals making jokes she did not understand at all. And she'd always demolish a bowl of popcorn. So when the team announces the next bonding night will be a sleepover at the house where most of the players stay (not Carissa - she opted for a cozy apartment by the harbor), Carissa's all the way in.
They tell her it'll be a football movie, either The Blind Side or Remember the Titans because she hasn't seen either and everyone is either incredulous or devastated so she has to watch some movies for the good of the team.
Only problem is that she can't find the damn house.
She didn't check the address before leaving her house, assumed it would be somewhere obvious and ostentatious like most of the players on the Seawolves and there wouldn't be any issues. She was so very wrong, and she is suffering for that, as she walks in circles in an area of Norfolk she's definitely never seen in her whole life. Her phone keeps directing her to some building underground, but all she sees is sewer grates and that seems super wrong.
Finally, she gives up and knocks on the door of the apartment that has plenty of light and a lot of noise - not enough to signify a party, but enough to say the people inside are having some fun. Her hopes are unfounded though, when the person who opens the door is a short college-aged man, holding out a few twenty dollar bills to pay what he obviously thought was the pizza delivery person, but then his jaw go slack.
"Oh my god. I know you."
Carissa nods sagely. "But I do not know you. So. Sorry, enjoy your night."
An arm flies out before she can leave, and the person seems a little desperate. "Um, wait. We're watching movies? If you want to join?"
Carissa tries to look around the guy to see further into the apartment, but only sees a hallway, and a flicker of light from a room beyond that. She hears some laughing, and figures that yeah, she's way more likely to get popcorn here than walk around in circles for hours. "Sure."
The pizza is delivered before they leave the foyer, so Carissa walks into the living room with five boxes of 'za and a "hello." After a minute of chaos over the fact that there's a Seawolf in the house, and some scrambling to grab food, Carissa is crowded onto a giant couch, a beer shoved into one hand and 2 slices of pepperoni pizza balanced precariously on a flowery paper plate. "So," she says, "what are we watching?"
"Oh we're having a bad movie marathon. Just starting Kissing Booth. Get cozy!"
---
Carissa walks into the gym the next day haggard. She brushes off any questions for her wellbeing, and demands a makeup movie night as soon as possible.
They tell her it'll be a football movie, either The Blind Side or Remember the Titans because she hasn't seen either and everyone is either incredulous or devastated so she has to watch some movies for the good of the team.
Only problem is that she can't find the damn house.
She didn't check the address before leaving her house, assumed it would be somewhere obvious and ostentatious like most of the players on the Seawolves and there wouldn't be any issues. She was so very wrong, and she is suffering for that, as she walks in circles in an area of Norfolk she's definitely never seen in her whole life. Her phone keeps directing her to some building underground, but all she sees is sewer grates and that seems super wrong.
Finally, she gives up and knocks on the door of the apartment that has plenty of light and a lot of noise - not enough to signify a party, but enough to say the people inside are having some fun. Her hopes are unfounded though, when the person who opens the door is a short college-aged man, holding out a few twenty dollar bills to pay what he obviously thought was the pizza delivery person, but then his jaw go slack.
"Oh my god. I know you."
Carissa nods sagely. "But I do not know you. So. Sorry, enjoy your night."
An arm flies out before she can leave, and the person seems a little desperate. "Um, wait. We're watching movies? If you want to join?"
Carissa tries to look around the guy to see further into the apartment, but only sees a hallway, and a flicker of light from a room beyond that. She hears some laughing, and figures that yeah, she's way more likely to get popcorn here than walk around in circles for hours. "Sure."
The pizza is delivered before they leave the foyer, so Carissa walks into the living room with five boxes of 'za and a "hello." After a minute of chaos over the fact that there's a Seawolf in the house, and some scrambling to grab food, Carissa is crowded onto a giant couch, a beer shoved into one hand and 2 slices of pepperoni pizza balanced precariously on a flowery paper plate. "So," she says, "what are we watching?"
"Oh we're having a bad movie marathon. Just starting Kissing Booth. Get cozy!"
---
Carissa walks into the gym the next day haggard. She brushes off any questions for her wellbeing, and demands a makeup movie night as soon as possible.
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520 words, ty for the money