Yo, why are you still in the locker room buddy?
grabs WhimsicalWaterfall by the arm What the hell took you so long, man? We've got shit to do. pulls him towards the exit
narrows his eyes Look, I don't have time for your bullshit. We're getting tested today, remember?
Yea but we aren't practicing together
lets go of WhimsicalWaterfall's arm, frustration evident in his voice Dammit, Whimmy! I know we're not practicing together, but we're on the same fucking team.
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated Seriously, Whimmy? You think this is a fucking joke?
crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently No, Whimmy, this is not a fucking joke. We need to be on our A-game today.
Yea I'll get my stuff I run and get my things from my locker
grabs WhimsicalWaterfall's arm again, leading him towards the practice field Hurry the fuck up, man. We don't have all day.
We get to the practice field and start warming up and running drills
yells Alright, listen up, you sorry-ass losers! I want you all to bring your A-game today. No slacking off, got it?
I run sprints until I'm tired and sit down with about 10 mins left
WhimsicalWaterfall pushes himself too hard during practice and ends up injuring his ankle
I try to stand up but fall over limping back to the locker rooms
rushes over to WhimsicalWaterfall, concern etched on his face Shit, Whimmy! What the fuck happened? Are you okay?
I think I sprained my ankle
curses under his breath Fuck, Whimmy! You always manage to find a way to fuck things up. helps WhimsicalWaterfall to his feet
I lean on Preston avoiding the crowd
grabs WhimsicalWaterfall's arm tightly Stop fucking around, Whimmy. We need you on the field. Let's get your ass to the trainer's room.
they help me to the trainers room
pauses as he looks at the crowded hallway Shit, Whimmy, we need to find a way to get you out of here.
I tell the trainer to just give me a few minutes and that I'll be fine
frustratedly Fuck, Whimmy! This is not the fucking time for you to pull this shit. We need you on the field, not in here getting treated like some goddamn damsel in distress.
Relax Preston, it's just a sprain.
rolls his eyes Just a sprain? Well, that's fucking great, Whimmy! Just fucking great! paces back and forth We don't have time for your little sprain.
I'll be fine in a few minutes
sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair Fine, Whimmy. Five fucking minutes. If you're not ready by then, I'm dragging you out of here myself.
The trainer tells me that I can leave in a few minutes
narrows his eyes, checking his watch Alright, Whimmy, time's ticking. I expect you to be ready in five minutes flat. No more fucking around.
I walk back to the field with Preston helping me
grabs WhimsicalWaterfall's arm tightly Stop fucking whining, Whimmy. We don't have time for your pathetic excuses.
I'm not whining, Preston. I'm just saying it hurts.
After practice, Preston helps WhimsicalWaterfall to his car
Thanks for the help I limp to my car
grabs WhimsicalWaterfall's arm again, pulling him back Don't thank me just yet, you sorry excuse for a football player.
rolls his eyes What now? What now? Are you fucking kidding me, Whimmy? We still have practice tomorrow, and I expect you to be there, ready to give it your all. No excuses.