Re: Savannah/Marty
So the game had been fun for the most part, when Savannah wasn't doing her best to kill him. Marty hadn't ever played much football, beyond throwing the ball around with some friends, he was more the frisbee yoga soccer sort than football, but he liked to watch it, liked to play with friends occasionally. But he wasn't like Tim, or Savannah apparently.
He quirked an eyebrow at Savannah when she approached him after the game, looking like she had put a lot into the game. "I totally cheated?" He asked her. "How do you figure?" He understood though when she continued about the way the game had ended, someone calling an end to it when the two teams were tied. Tim had griped about it but Marty was glad for the break.
"I didn't call an end to the game," He reminded her gently. "You played good though, didn't know you had that in you." He grinned, for all that Savannah reminded him that cheerleaders were athletes and for all that he knew just how skilled she'd become in sparring and the other training exercises they went through, it was a different perspective to see her putting her athleticism and new found strength to use in football.