#milo09

Mari's eyes flickered over the Tri Delt pledges, complete in their little cupid outfits as they squealed and giggled at each other, collecting the roses they were tasked with handing out. They seemed so excited about it - she couldn't exactly say she agreed with that sentiment, a heavy sigh leaving her lips before she rolled her eyes, turning to look at Milo. "Shit - should I have gotten you a shit ton of roses for the press to obsess over?" she asked, a teasing sarcasm coming to her lilting tone.

Sassa had known there had to be something more to the story, to Milo and the way he looked down upon everyone else on the tennis court. She worked hard, most of the time (between bouts of calculated protest and refusal due to not being the best), but Greer and Milo had always seemed…unreachable. Despite having no details and a whole host of doubt that he’d be honest with her, Sassa already felt vindicated as she approached him, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. “If I told you I wanted my resolution for the new year to be…bettering my tennis game…” she paused, an innocent look up at her partner as she spoke with earnestness heavy in her voice. “Would you have any tips for me?”