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"I'm fine-" Callum immediately replies, but his voice is more of a squeak than he'd anticipated it'd be. He shakes out his hands, tugs at his shirt, hops on his toes a few times. He composes himself before he allows himself to speak again. "How'd you do it? Play against Roy Kent? He's not even gonna be on the pitch and I'm fucking terrified," he finally admits. Richmond is a good fucking team. Callum doubts he'll get much playing time - if any. But sharing a building with the Roy Kent? Callum's ankles hurt at just the thought of that man's legendary tackles. "I mean - I might not be on the pitch, neither, which'd probably be better, 'cause then he won't be looking at me with those fucking eyes-"

“Do you think anyone would notice if I got the fuck out of here?” She takes a sip of her drink, eyeing the room with slightly-furrowed brows. On the other hand, Tanya would probably be pissed if she ditched. But, if no one would notice… “I mean, it’s not like I’m very social at these things anyways, it can go on without me being here.”

Kayin draws his head back in offense, looking over at Jon. "Oi, fuck you, too, big man," he responds, his eyes narrowed. "She definitely wants me." They're out together, at some club, the lights flashing, bass pounding, and Kayin's confident. "She's just playing hard to get, yeah? Give her five minutes, she'll be eating out of my palm, and then I'm gonna fucking leave you here without even trying to get one of her friends for you, cause you'll fucking deserve it."

Despite the way his heart is racing, despite the voice in his mind telling him to behave, to be good, to obey... Jamie has never been the sort to behave on first try. "No," he responds immediately, as if he hasn't even needed to think about it. Because he hasn't. He's staring up into Jon's bright blue eyes, their lips practically brushing already. Jamie makes no move to surge upwards, keeping the minimal distance between them. Behave... yeah, not likely.

Kayin's just on his way back to the dressing room when Jon storms out and practically shoves past him. He's still dripping in sweat, still wiping down his own face with his soaked-through shirt, as if that'll do him any good. He barely has time to get out an oi, bruv, what the fuck? Before Jon's words. He knows why Jon is upset, he's plenty fucking upset, too. Pulling him out to replace him with that? Kayin doesn't often stroke his own ego, but he would never fucking pull a move like that. He'll go after Jon later. Kayin figures he just needs time to himself, or time on a pitch to scream like he had earlier that week, or something. Kayin needs to rinse off, to change, anyways. He'll stop by his room later.