Fifth floor common room, Friday morning (starting at 11 am)

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was up early, in her swim suit top and a pair of cut offs, sitting on the floor in front of the tv with her tubs of blue, white, and yellow paint.

Even if Argentina didn't win, the game was likely to be intense. She was really looking forward to it.

[ooc: appointment postponed, up for slowplay (or not so slow play) as I watch the game. go Argentina!]

Comments

Re: And into overtime!

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner coughed a little bit at the penalty kick thing and tried to pass it off as choking on his soda.

Which would've worked if he'd actually been drinking any.

Re: And into overtime!

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia totally didn't get the penalty kick issue. "Come on, come on,"

Re: And into overtime!

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Aw, man, that was close!" Conner exclaimed. "C'mon, guys! This is so gonna come down to whoever has the best goalie."

Re: And into overtime!

[nadiathesaint]

"And Franco didn't get chance to warm up--OOO, nice save! Never mind, Franco's okay."

Re: And into overtime!

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner gaped at the screen. "Wow. Yeah. Nice one."

Re: And into overtime!

[nadiathesaint]

"If we go to penalties, I hope he can keep it up."

Re: And into overtime!

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"He better be able to keep it up."

Conner, biting his nails? Nope. Except he totally was.

Re: And into overtime!

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia would be, too, but her fists were clenched. "Come on, come on, come on,"