#emile.

the jersey was a constant reminder that even though the seahawks won, they still had opponents out there. not every game was going to be that good. victory wouldn't always be promised to them. so the rival fan was just a physical representation of victory being fleeting. which meant that emile wanted to enjoy it all the more. he wanted to drink it all up and get high off of it. "i'm a perfect gentleman." he took another sip of his beer, knowing that the way he presented to the public wasn't always the truth. he set the bottle back down, eyes moving over to the other. "do you think that i won't? i'll strip you right here and now if i have to." he had no problem making a scene. mainly because he trusted most of the people in the bar to have his back.

sometimes, he still wondered how or why was she such a fan of the other team when her own brother was a seahawk. maybe that was part of the reason why he felt so comfortable teasing her about it. it's not like she was going to leave anytime soon. hell, he didn't even know where his teammate had ran off to. "if you don't have a shirt underneath, that's not my problem." he shrugged casually. "but i like gloating right here." he sat down on the seat next to her, giving her a big old smile. "my heart grows three sizes when i'm able to talk shit with you. or should i say my ego?" whenever someone rooted for the wrong team, he liked making his thoughts known.

oh, this fan seemed to have some attitude to him. good. that alone made emile pull up the stool so that he could take a seat. if he had just complied, he might have walked away from him and ended the conversation. now? this had just became as interesting as one of his games. "you could have just drank alone, at home, if you didn't want to give a shit about anyone else." he took another sip of his beer before putting it down on the bar. "you can enlighten me. tell my why you're rooting for them." emile clearly wanted to be entertained. he didn't know why someone would go against the seahawks. especially when this was their hometown.

ouch. he didn't know if the woman he had approached even realized it was him, but as the running back he was taking offense to that comment. he took a sip of his beer and nearly winced out loud so she knew how much it hurt him. emile was nothing if not prideful over his career. "give the offensive line some slack. the running back was trying his best." it's always a team effort, but he would be dammed if someone tried to take this victory from him by saying that it was another group on the team that brought them the glory. "are you some undercover scout or coach or something that you have such an eye for the game?" while he doubted that fact, he couldn't put it pass anyone at this point. it seemed like everyone was waiting for the day that trades were coming up.

the offer to trade shirts and undertone that this jersey somehow got her lucky weren't things that emile expected as a response. he would have probably thought she'd slap him before he'd guess any of that. "i don't think that first part has anything to do with the jersey." she was a beautiful woman. she didn't need a piece of clothing to get her laid. right? "although i know that this jersey is lucky." he pointed to his own while he set his beer down on the bar. he turned a bit so that he was fully facing the woman now. "but i'd rather be naked than wear that jersey." he had to have his boundaries somewhere. "if you're rooting for us, then why are you wearing that ugly thing? you sound like you have better taste than that." but again, he didn't know her, so all of that was just him assuming.