Going Down: Mickey and James
Mickey swung the board over his head, putting it on his shoulders. Not because it was particularly convenient to carry it like this, but because it looked cooler than just lugging it around.
Mickey followed James, treading heavily in the snow. James did look like the traditional rich boy out for a skiing trip, while Mickey looked more like a snowboarding ruffian. Still, sometimes, the clean-cut rich boy type wasn't bad to look at.
"Practise," Mickey said, smirking. "Snow isn't actually my element, but as long as I keep warm enough, it's not much of a bother. Though I prefer swimming to this. And football. You're... in another team, right?"