Angelina, of course, wasn't participating in the drinking festivities. But that didn't keep her from spending time with her various mates. The Cup was almost here, and she was literally heartbroken she wouldn't be playing. But every little kick and wiggle reminded her that even though her dream was passing her by, it was all completely worth it.
Running a hand over her bump she sipped on a glass of ginger ale, shaking her head at Oliver's words. "Oi... no that's not nice." She scolded, even though the comment was mostly meant for Terence. "I honestly think it's a failing on the team forefront. It honestly has nothing to do with talent, it's their plays. There's nothing... unique or challenging. No risks being taken. That's what holds them back more than anything!" she exclaimed, looking between the two of them. Merlin, she missed their company every day at practice.