#radevent002

Palmer watched the game, her eyes following the ball back and forth on the court. She wasn’t sure what was going on, other than she was supposed to cheer when Radcliffe made a basket. The roaring of the crowd and the occasional whistle blow kept her focused on the game. She had been sharing popcorn with Jude, handfuls fell into her mouth because of how into the game Palmer was. Radcliffe made a basket and Palmer rose swiftly to her feet, a loud cheer escaping her lips as she clapped. “Did you see that?” A wide grin on her lips as she looked back at Jude. Palmer found her seat again, her hand reaching for more popcorn. However, this time her hand missed the bag and landed against Jude’s crotch and of course, she was in the motion to grab popcorn, but grabbed his crotch instead. She was so embarrassed that when she went to look over at Jude, she still had her hand over him. 

After realizing what she had done, her hand retracted quickly, her cheeks flushing a bright red. She was speechless as she stared blankly at the male. Both of her hands were in her lap, now. She was sure she wouldn’t be sharing popcorn with him during the rest of the game. “I was reaching for the popcorn.” She finally spoke, her head turning toward the court, though she wasn’t able to focus on the game anymore. 

SYDNEY BELCOURT as styled by HERSELF / RADCLIFFE vs HORTON GAME

“I-it’s a good invention,” Cain insisted, gesturing to the soda hat adorning their head like it’d been some sort of crown, the obvious beer cans blacked out and Coca Cola written, scratchily, instead. “Peak human excellence. Anyways, I th-think I aspirated a kernel. Lodged r-right in there - would I die if it popped? Be kind of ... dramatic, middle of the court. Don’t even play b-basketball, dunno how I’d end up th-there, but I would.”

Dominic was drunk. He had a few drinks before he stumbled into the game, then managed to smuggle a flask in the inside of his jacket. He loved a good competition that would potentially end in some sort of a brawl. Especially while drunk. He was obnoxious. Even though he didn’t know much about sports, he got into the game. Radcliffe made a basket, he would whistle as loud as he could. Horton made a basket, he was almost the first one to boo. It was now half-time. The normally half-time activities took place, a dance routine from the cheerleaders, obviously Dominic paid close attention to it, and the kiss cam. He had been on it a few times, though he wasn’t next to anyone this game. He watched intently as the camera panned to unknowing victims. They all obliged, locking lips and some getting very into it. Then he froze. Lana and Dominic Evans. He wanted to look away, however he wanted to see if Lana would follow through. He wasn’t surprised that she did, however he could feel the rage and jealousy bubbling inside of him. His lips pressed into a straight line. As soon as the camera panned away from her, he watched the other male run away. Dominic flounced in the direction of his ex. If he were sober, he would leave the stadium, though he wasn’t. The people passing by him could probably smell the booze on him. When he approached Lana, his expression was mixed. Jealousy and sadness. “Why’d you do that?” His voice was stern. Of course, they were together while Dominic was still in his undergrad, but she was the only real relationship he had. As much as he hated it, he still held a place for her in his heart. “You knew I would be here.” He continued, his voice almost cracking at the end of his sentence.

“I think I just saw someone piss in a bottle,” she spoke, words a little clumsy as she held onto the stick of her popsicle, nearly gone now, drops of strawberry lemonade vodka dripping onto the floor beneath her. Her eyes fluttered between faces in the crowd, brows scrunched into something curious, “Y’think they’re going to, like, throw it into the crowd? I think they had like, a pig painted on their cheek. That’s like - enemy piss. We should stop them, y’know? Be heroes. Radcliffe piss stoppers, or something. Make it onto the like, Lovell newspaper or whatever.”