Location: L.A. Nightclub, Fox Afterparty Date: Friday, February 15 Time: Night (open)
Anderson could still feel the thrumming pulse of his teammates excitement from where he stood outside of the nightclub. Their celebration seemed to echo around the club with the sharp tang of alcohol, over sweetened by joy. Both seemed to leave a bad taste in the Goalie’s mouth, which he chased away with a cigarette. He exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke, watching as it curled and dissipated into the chilled air.
It wasn’t as if he could fault his team for their joy or even that he didn’t share in it, but through the buzzed haze of his mind, all Anderson could think about was getting back to the court. They’d just won their second Championship game, and even with all the revelry, his hands seemed to itch for his racket. He curled them into fist almost absently, before forcing them to unclench and taking the cigarette from his lips a tad to forcefully.
Wallowing in anticipation would help no one. He’s team was determined to enjoy their win, and part of him actually agreed with them. If only detouring his thoughts was a simple as knowing the fixation was pointless until they’d returned to Palomotte. He settled for recapping the game mentally while he smoked, analysing his teammates performance and that of their opponent as well as he could given the drinks he’d already consumed. He couldn’t tell if he thought the buzz was a hindrance to his obsessing, or if it was a subtle nudge that he should rejoin the festivities.
