cjblackburn
Mega Star Player
He awoke with a stinging headache. His vision was blurred and he could just about make movement. His ears rang but he could just about make out something.
'On. Your.'
He tried to speak to tell them he couldn't get up but it came out as a burble.
He tried to remember what had happened to him the night before. His head told him it must of been a good night. Lets see he had watched his team train. This was getting more and more boring as practice consisted of most of the team giving the ball to one of the super strong Blitzers and trying to keep up.
'On. Your.'
Raising his hand slowly to his head it took a good minute to establish there was nothing on his head.
After that he had gone for some dinner and had a little drink followed by another one. Not too much though. He was sure he was sober when he left the cafe.
'On. Your.'
Checking down he was relieved that his shirt was relatively clean.
Then he remembered the little bar. There was a Blood Bowl team who wanted his help. They promised him actual money and kept giving him drink. They were nice.
His head still hurt but he was starting to be able to focus. Then he heard it.
'Bonjour.'
Adrenaline flowed through him and sobriety snapped back. He looked around him and his worse fears were confirmed. Plumes.
'Bonjour. Coach.'
What had he done?
'On. Your.'
He tried to speak to tell them he couldn't get up but it came out as a burble.
He tried to remember what had happened to him the night before. His head told him it must of been a good night. Lets see he had watched his team train. This was getting more and more boring as practice consisted of most of the team giving the ball to one of the super strong Blitzers and trying to keep up.
'On. Your.'
Raising his hand slowly to his head it took a good minute to establish there was nothing on his head.
After that he had gone for some dinner and had a little drink followed by another one. Not too much though. He was sure he was sober when he left the cafe.
'On. Your.'
Checking down he was relieved that his shirt was relatively clean.
Then he remembered the little bar. There was a Blood Bowl team who wanted his help. They promised him actual money and kept giving him drink. They were nice.
His head still hurt but he was starting to be able to focus. Then he heard it.
'Bonjour.'
Adrenaline flowed through him and sobriety snapped back. He looked around him and his worse fears were confirmed. Plumes.
'Bonjour. Coach.'
What had he done?
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