06-21-2020, 05:21 AM
She flinched almost as soon as she heard the call, knowing someone would get hit with the ball and her luck was always terrible with such odds. But it seemed for once the odds were in her favor, she wasn't hit. Instead, she glared and walked towards those Freddie was playing baseball with. She was the daughter from a big loud Italian family from Boston, their work she could not deny nor agree was illegal, and of course, she grew up playing baseball.
"I'd say you throw like a girl, but I throw better than you're sorry ass" she laughed, jogging over to where the pitcher stood "Get lost, scram, go play outfield maybe you can catch better than you can throw" she shooed, looking over to Freddie with a smirk. "Alright, Freddie, wanna make a bet before I strike ya out?" she winked "or I suppose you could pick ya birthday present but, either way you're getting out". Her and Freddie had a few things in common - they both agreed they were attractive and cute, would answer with a smirk, and an "of course I am".
She was a pretty girl with peach-colored hair who stayed out of everything but knew so much. She'd flirt to get what she wanted or smile and say what she knew someone wanted to hear, but she was very much someone who nobody knew about. Her accent may give away that she was from Boston, sure, but nobody knew she was Italian, that she was part of some illegal shit via her father and half-siblings that her mother tried to keep her from. Instead, she got roped in, learned to cook, keep up her guard, and of course...that she had a wicked arm.
"Also if someone could give me a cap or somethin'? Would sure as hell make striking Freddie out easier"
"I'd say you throw like a girl, but I throw better than you're sorry ass" she laughed, jogging over to where the pitcher stood "Get lost, scram, go play outfield maybe you can catch better than you can throw" she shooed, looking over to Freddie with a smirk. "Alright, Freddie, wanna make a bet before I strike ya out?" she winked "or I suppose you could pick ya birthday present but, either way you're getting out". Her and Freddie had a few things in common - they both agreed they were attractive and cute, would answer with a smirk, and an "of course I am".
She was a pretty girl with peach-colored hair who stayed out of everything but knew so much. She'd flirt to get what she wanted or smile and say what she knew someone wanted to hear, but she was very much someone who nobody knew about. Her accent may give away that she was from Boston, sure, but nobody knew she was Italian, that she was part of some illegal shit via her father and half-siblings that her mother tried to keep her from. Instead, she got roped in, learned to cook, keep up her guard, and of course...that she had a wicked arm.
"Also if someone could give me a cap or somethin'? Would sure as hell make striking Freddie out easier"
[align=center]
[align=left][b]but maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne
[align=right]The Badlands - Boston accent - @Noccy