He couldn't quite figure out what the implications of 'alright' were but he felt like they were negative in some way. Damn it. He was throwing everything away now, what the hell was wrong with him?
So naturally he chose to abruptly leave before he did anything else he'd regret. "I- I should go - big day 'n all. Tomorrow. Good luck." He finished off his drink and got up to leave. "See you soon, maybe." The chances of him getting onto the national team now seemed so minuscule he was starting to wonder whether he might just bail completely.
So naturally he chose to abruptly leave before he did anything else he'd regret. "I- I should go - big day 'n all. Tomorrow. Good luck." He finished off his drink and got up to leave. "See you soon, maybe." The chances of him getting onto the national team now seemed so minuscule he was starting to wonder whether he might just bail completely.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.