Squirrel Cabin // Thursday Evening

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras was in front of the cabin, practising with a foot ball, bouncing it from knee to knee or weaving and stoping it with her feet.

Between last night's row with Walter and today's Sex Ed class, Seras was feeling out of sorts. To put it mildly.

Having had a shouting match with a friend when all she'd wanted to do was express her concern and attending a class where she was both completely out of her depth and hideously uncomfortable had left her feeling rather a failure.

It was a horrid feeling which she hadn't the first idea how to begin dealing with.

So, instead, she decided to take her mind off of things by doing something she *knew* she was good at. Damn good, in fact. Seras threw herself into the movements and, for now, tried to forget everything else.

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hi Seras! Getting ready to claim your spot for the next World Cup?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras had to smile at the sound of Pippi's voice, but she kept her eye on the ball which she was now bouncing from knee to knee.

"Too right. Don't cause me hag or I'll head but y'in the bleedin' sternum, right?" she said, laying it on thick with the East End talk.

Seras Victoria, soccer hoolie.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh please don't Zidane me Miss Football Hoolie!"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras snorted.

"'Zidane' you? Pft. I'll have you know that head butting's a pround English tradition. Dating all the way back to...uh...some king. One of the Henrys (Henries?) I think."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I always thought it was more Scottish... but they tend to go for the nose..."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Hmm...maybe it's best to consider it a UK tradition, then."

Seras? Still totally bouncing the football.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Shall I give you credit for curry as well then?" she grins.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras smirked a little.

"Credit for exporting it, at least..."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Right then."

*grin*

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"So, I don't think I've talked to you since we moved back into the cabins. How've you been, Captain?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi ticked off her fingers the different states she's been in since they moved back into the cabins.

"Good, bored, drunk and good. How about you?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras shrugged.

"Things're about the same, really. Apart from the fact that we're back in the cabins."

This was not technically a lie. Fighting with Walter was becoming a near-weekly event, after all...

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"So having a tiff with Walter is a usual thing then?" Pippi asked. "Oh! Or did you not want to talk about it?"

Damn lack of social inhibiters.

[nadiathesaint]

"Ooo, football! We still have to put our team together."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"We do. Absolutely. I've talked to some people, and there seems to be a fair amount of interest."

[nadiathesaint]

"Maybe we should put up signs? At least get a game organized, if not a proper team?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras bounced the ball one more time, then let it drop and stopped it with her foot.

She nodded.

"Good idea. It would be fun to just get some people together and just play."

[nadiathesaint]

"Just the kind of fun we all need around here, too. Sorry about what happened with Walter, by the way. I only got his side, but it sounded sort of like he was overreacting to whatever happened."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras blinked, surprised that Nadia had brought that subject up point blank.

Then she shrugged.

"We had a row. It's our thing we do."

She rolled the ball absently beneath her foot.

[nadiathesaint]

"I've been noticing that. Which is interesting, since I keep hearing that you British people are supposed to be all very polite. But I guess that's not really my business." Nadia tilted her head with a smile. "I did manage to distract him from waking you up impolitely last night, like he wanted to do,"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras snorted.

"Yeah, well we invented the football riot as well as High Tea. Ours is a schizophrenic people. To say the least."

The corner or her mouth quirked up at Nadia's last comment.

"Thanks. Can't believe he was planning to do that....wanker."

[nadiathesaint]

"Well, fortunately, he has a nice girlfriend who likes to recite bad poetry when trashed to distract him. If you ever want to get drunk really quick? Ask Tino for the blue drink."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras raised an eyebrow

"Have you any idea what was in this 'blue drink'?"

[nadiathesaint]

"A whole lot of alcohol. I think rum, vodka, tequila, but it was hard to tell."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras nodded. Mixed drinks weren't really her cup of.

"So, poetry calms Walter down? I'll remember that, and the next time we fight, I'll recite a sonnet at him."

Ode to the Wirey Toerag