Carver Chambers (howfaricanfly) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2014-09-12 11:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | carver chambers |
Who: Carver Chambers and Open
What: Escaping and raising money!
Where: The Three Quaffles
When: Friday, September 12, evening.
Status | Rating: Open | TBD
Carver Chambers knew damn well better than to drink before a match. They were three points up on the Tornadoes and he didn't see any reason to ruin the chances of gaining more on them and catching up a little bit more in the standings. Yes, it was a long season, so there was plenty of chances to move up. It's what he loved about this game: anything was possible. Literally, anything was possible. There was a freedom in that, especially since he seemed to play for a team that insisted on breaking more than one rule on purpose. Granted, Carver didn't go out of his way to, but in all honesty (and he'd never admit it out loud) he sort of enjoyed it. He didn't feel like he was a big-bad-tough guy so the fact that he got to play among them...well, it made him feel accepted and it felt good to be one of the guys who handle the press what with about half the team not being all that great or wanting to be good with the press. Lord help them all if Cormac decided to actually try to talk to the press and string together a sentence longer than five words after a match. And that was if they won.
In all honesty, he couldn't help but think about these sorts of things. He wanted to be the best, and he wanted to be able to handle situations, like the press, because it gave him more exposure and built up a good reputation for him in the long run. It was half calculated, half because he enjoyed it, and he didn't see anything wrong with it. Carver would see that all of his aspirations came true one way or another, and in a timely manner. Which, used to fill him with determination, now there was a sense of dread to it if he thought too hard about it thanks to this whole body switching crap. Yeah, okay, Cassie knew now what was going on. Big shocker there. Of course she'd called him an 'idiot' for the reasoning behind it all, but it didn't rub him the wrong way. It wasn't that part that bothered him.
Something else had happened during his time as someone else, and frankly, he was too afraid to admit it out loud. Fear wasn't something he liked to experience, and frankly he'd just rather deal with it in a way he could handle...that didn't involve drinking himself stupid. Not until tomorrow night after the match it was. Oh, tomorrow, he was planning on getting spectacularly drunk. But for tonight, he was just playing it off as nothing, not letting anything show, and other than just an off-handed comment to Cassie yesterday about being done with women and wanting to exclusively see guys from now on, nothing really showed any change in him.
As a matter of fact, when this whole impromptu dance party started, he was one of the first to strip on down to his boxers and join in. Now that it was over and at least his pants were back on, he leaned up against the bar laughing to himself, enjoying the fact that a few people down the way were having a not-so-quiet debate to if he was drunk or not. Carver just laughed and ordered a cherry syrup and soda and continued to listen, totally amused by the whole thing.