there's beer spilled all over her sneakers, grass stains streaking the white canvas shoes as though she had been treading back and forth through the grounds the entire night. the poor things are one shake away from being deemed absolutely ruined, but danbi hadn't expected anything less from wearing them tonight — she's used to things like this, especially when there are three things involved: a competition, alcohol and the women's football team. it's the holy trinity for disaster, but park danbi has long-since grown accustomed to the web of trouble that is often weaved by her teammates. this weekend was no exception either, even if all of the girls weren't technically on the same team — she might not have been rooming with any of the other girls, but she still found herself gravitating around them.
"we might be down a few players," she says, smiling despite the circumstances, digging her shoes into the ground as dani hands her one of the LED lights. where her friend and captain had gotten the light sticks, she isn't sure, but there are arguably some more pressing matters at hand — an example being that two of their offensive players are looking a little queasy next to the bonfire, so they may not be the best choices for the capture the flag game that's suddenly come to fruition. she's not really sure how it happened — one second, she had been chatting with dani about sleeping arrangements, and the next there were a bunch of tipsy athletes swarming around wanting to know when the game was going to start. she wasn't so sure about joining in, but the fire in dani's eyes when someone mentioned the friendly game was enough to 'convince' her to join.
danbi tilts her head over her shoulder to see one of the girls from their team dropping her cup, hand smacked over her mouth before she begins sprinting towards what she can only assume are the bathrooms. "okay, make that definitely down one player," she notes, but her tone is light, positive — it might be a three-man team by the time they actually start to play. luckily, she hasn't had so much as a drop to drink — she's feeling like she might be able to score some points on sobriety alone. it seemed like being the sober one really has some perks after all. "if she's not back in the next ten minutes, i'll go check on her, but . . . maybe we should look for a replacement in the meantime?" / feat. @blackoutromance
the amount of alcohol that's been consumed by the girl's football team this evening has dani slightly concerned. she has yoonah attempting to show a group of fine arts students how to juggle a soccer ball barefoot, nearly eating dirt every other try but insisting she 'used to be really good at this,' kyujin convinced she’s the next IU and demanding the guitar from the bonfire circle to start serenading strangers off-key, seol trying to organize everyone into a conga line around the fire pit, nearly knocking into the marshmallow skewers, and eunjung locked in a very intense, very wrong debate about the offside rule with a business major who has never watched a game in his life.
thankfully, nobody’s gone for the jugulars of the men’s team yet — keyword yet. it’s still only a little past ten.
dani feels a wave of sympathy for danbi, arguably the women’s squad’s most tame member (so tame that half the team still jokes about how she ended up here in the first place). she’d caught sight of the poor girl earlier crouched on the grass, frantically scrubbing at her sneakers after a red solo cup’s worth of alcohol cascaded down them courtesy of some staggering idiot. dani had nearly stepped in to call them out until another teammate beat her to it, which was probably for the best — she’s already in captain mode enough as is.
the inevitable spark comes when someone, too drunk for their own good, slurs out the suggestion of capture the flag. like wildfire, it spreads around the bonfire circle — a game of telephone where every retelling adds more enthusiasm until suddenly all the athletes, especially the ones wired to sprint after a black-and-white ball for ninety minutes at a time, are practically vibrating with the need to play.
the yogurt soju bottle she’d downed not even twenty minutes ago starts to hit as the football players — men’s and women’s teams alike — immediately zero in on her like she’s been drafted as game captain. dani knows it’s unfair. she knows it’s borderline evil. but also… when else do you get to watch an entire roster of varsity athletes annihilate a pack of unsuspecting arts and humanities majors?
"we’re keeping it football versus everyone else," she declares, a mischievous grin tugging at her mouth as she starts typing up each team’s rosters on her notes app. "jinyoung’s already in. i don’t know about takahiro and juyeon yet." she looks up just in time to see yeonjung making a panicked break for the bathroom, hand clasped over her mouth. "i told her not to mix wine and shots," dani mutters under her breath with that implied tsk tsk, shaking her head. the corner of her lips quirk up — part sympathy, part amusement. she taps her pen against the phone screen. this is going to be chaotic. they have no idea what they’re in for.
















