Chase...is the undeputed penalty box king. (chaseing) wrote in gleek_out,
Chase's smile widened as Sam approached him, as he topped his Supersoaker off. "War, on you? Nah." he said turning around and grabbing one that was sitting not to far away on a lawn chair. "But just in case here." he said tossing it to Sam. "Glad you could make it man." The only way Chase's mood could get better is if the pool suddenly froze and a hockey game broke out, but since that wasn't likely to happy, this was as happy as he was going to get at the moment.
Honestly, he did mean that. Sam might have been knew, but the few times they'd hung out, he had had a lot of fun. Besides, Sam seemed like a pretty cool dude, and this might be a good way to introduce him to some non-football people. "I cannot believe how man girls showed up man." he said looking around, debating how much talent he'd need to escape Maggie if he hit her with the Soaker...eh, too much for now. "I didn't even knew I knew this many girls." he said laughing a bit. It was most likely because of Trevor, but hey, Chase was not complaining at the moment.