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Nat waited at the end of the track, tapping her foot impatiently.
They were doing a ground training day, to improve their physical well-being. Nat finished her 1.5-mile run quicker than the others, a fact that surprised her. The boys were usually much quicker, aside from Bob, who always kept pace with her.
It varied from week to week who won out of Rooster and Bagman, but usually, it was Rooster. Being slightly taller and fitter. So she was surprised when Jake rushed through, swiftly followed by Rooster.
She grinned at his bent-over frame. “You good there, bagman?” She asked. "I did it," She heard Jake pant. "I am the greatest athlete in the world!" Followed by a splatter of liquid and a retch. Nat hated vomit but had to repress the shiver. She wasn't too concerned though, Jake was a notoriously bad eater, so he probably ate a bad bagel or something.
Rooster ignored the vomit and proceeded to pant heavily. Nat grimaced, disgusted. She heard the two boys walk around the area for a few paces before Jake proclaimed: "There!" Followed by: "I did it!" Then another splatter of liquid and a loud retch. A burst of concern shot through Nat's veins. She’d have to ask him later… or drag him to medical.
“How did you do it so quickly!?" Rooster panted. “I’d hardly say 16 minutes is quickly, we have to be quicker on entry!” She gloated, striding towards the pair. “Bob still running?” Jake gestured. “He stopped for water like ten minutes ago, so…” Phoenix made eye contact with Rooster and nodded to Jake. “Come on, we need to check in our times,”
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Nat grinned as she downed the shot bought by Rooster for being the current champion. Noticing the distinct lack of Jake, she made Rooster drive her to his house, to make sure he was ok.
Rooster made small talk but Nat’s drunk brain didn’t really register anything… four shots will do that to you.
When they finally pulled up to his rental, she sighed softly at seeing his car parked out front. Nat wasn’t sure why she was worried for him, he was a douche… She stumbled up to his home, with Rooster behind in case she fell, twisting the knob with a click. The lights were off, but the tv was playing some old black and white movie.
A lump lay on the couch, under a thick brown blanket. Nat walked over to the blanket and poked it. "Nat?" The lump mumbled, shifting slightly. "Yeah, it's me." She replied. “Just making sure you weren’t dead,” She slurred.
"Ok," The lump mumbled again, sighing back into sleep. Nat smiled to herself softly. “A’ight… night Seresin. Don’t die,” She poked the blanket again. He grumbled.