Episode 17 - U...G...L...Y
Midge went into crowd control mode, clearing everyone away, giving the convulsing Lee some space. Midge knew she had epilepsy and had sat with her through a few grand mal's. Eventually, Lee's body stopped twitching and her eyes fluttered open. She knew immediately what had happened by the looks of amazement on the faces that hung over her.
'What the fuck you looking at?' she yelled, wiping spittle from her face. Everyone moved away embarrassed. She looked up at Midge who was supporting her head, 'Thanks mate.'
'No problem,' she replied, 'You ok to get up?'
Lee nodded and slowly got to her feet with a helping hand from Midge and Jules. The ref came over and started yelling that the game was called off and promised he would never again officiate at any more of their games. Both teams glared at him and he slunk off.
They went to their respective change rooms and took stock of their injuries. Both teams proudly boasted that the other had come off worse. The Carlisle Cats showered and chanted for the Falcons to hear in the next room;
'U...G...L...Y...you aint got no alibi, you're ugly, you're ugly, you're momma says your ugly.' They all fell into gales of laughter until Jules farted and cleared the shower block.
Chloe dried and searched for her underwear in her sports bag. She pulled out the contents and her knickers where nowhere to be found. She turned and faced the others;
'Ok, which one of you smart arses have knocked off my undies?' she snapped.
'Not me,' Midge retorted, 'I wouldn't touch them without having a shot of penicillin first.'
'Lucky your on a course then.' Chloe shot back. She went through her bag again. 'They were in here, I know it.' She resigned herself to the fact...and made sure everyone knew it...that she would have to go commando under her sweat pants.
She looked for her Nikes and only found one. She started ranting that this was not funny and that they cost her over $200. A few of her team mates looked around for the other shoe and they couldn't find it.
'I bet it was one of the Falcon moles.' Jules summised. Chloe started to storm out and confront them when Jez held her back.
'You go in there grrl and they will tear you to pieces. You know you're on their shit list.'
Chloe started to protest and Jez told her to cool down and that if she went in there she shouldn't count on any support from the team. Chloe shrugged her off and put on her soccer boots instead and stomped out to find Sara.
She was standing outside the dressing rooms, trying to look inconspicuous, terrified the Falcons would beat the crap out of her. She looked at Chloe with relief.
'Guess I should get you home. Sorry it got so damned violent. The only reason I play with these heathens is because it's convenient for me.'
'That's ok, it wasn't much different from some of the home games.' Sara croaked, her throat still sore from the head lock.
They walked to the car, Chloe's boots cluttering over the asphalt. She tried to act as suave as she could until her cleated sole slipped of the clutch causing the car to stall. She looked appologetically at Sara, completely humiliated,
'Would you mind driving? Some bitch stole my Nikes.' she said.
Neither of them took any notice of the black sedan cruising out of the car park.
to be continued... |
