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Ginger didn't have to take a shower, but she might as well have for as long as it took her. She was still hopping about when Sam knocked on her door, and almost fell over in surprise. "OMG, Give me second!" She called out, flopping on the bed to pull her boots on. It wasn't her typical look, but it was certainly good enough for tonight. She didn't want to completely out shine Sam, and she was sure that it would happen if she wasn't careful. With a quick look in the mirror, she skipped over to the door and flung it open with a wide grin. "Hey," she said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let me grab my clutch..." Turning about real quick, she snatched up the clutch and made a quick glance about the room. Looking back at Sam she grinned. "How do I look?"
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"Thanks," he said, a subtle smile creasing his lips. He had contemplated shirts from the time he got home from class until just before the game but he didn't mention that, feeling silly about it. He only had so many nice shirts.
"Ah yeah, we've been playing really hard the past few games," he beamed. "Sunny's got them training like crazy," he admitted. "Thanks for coming tonight," he leaned down to give her a little kiss on the cheek as they walked.
"Ah yes, the infamous second date. I hope it lives up to the first one," he grinned. "I was thinking we could either go downtown and catch a new movie or we could go chill at my house, I rented a few just in case. What sounds good to you?" he asked, his eyes big with excitement.
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She wouldn't have thought it was silly, taking so long to decide on a shirt. Heck, it would have taken her that long to decide on shoes! The fact that she had a whole chest enchanted to make room for her countless shoes was just a small testament to her unfortunate addiction.
"Aww, that's cute. But you didn't beat us, even if it was a good game." Lalaurie was, in her opinion, the best team. "You just watch out for us, we'll come back and take the game lead by the end of the year."
She leaned her head against his shoulder after he thanked her and kissed her cheek. "Why are you saying thanks? Did you, like, think I wasn't going to go?"
Oooh, downtown or to his house. What a crazy little option that was! "Well, I guess we can't really sneak back on campus either way, can we? So....we could make it all night and do both?" What? It meant more time with him, didn't it?
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"We were just having an off game, for that one. We proved that in the last game." She grinned, tugging on his arm a little as she leaned against him. "But if you want to say you are better for now, I won't hold it against you."
She skipped ahead a little, after pulling away from him, to turn about and walk backwards so she could face him. "Well, I certainly plan to change that. I kinda liked it, anyway. You're pretty cute in that outfit, after all."
"So, how about Your Highness? James Franco is soooo hot." She said, before grinning and falling into Sam playfully. "But not as hot as you."
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"Ooo I'm sure," he grinned. "Just having an off day that once," he teased. "But the cheering squad was in fine form," he tickled her side a bit.
He fanned himself jokingly with a goofy grin. "You know I always thought those pants were quite flattering," he grinned, waggling his eyebrows at her. "I'll come to your games too," he promised.
"That looks good," he said catching her, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Oh James Franco, he's so dreamy," he laughed. He did catch the last bit but he didn't know what else to say other than pull his hat down a little lower and smirk.
Sam lead her through the student parking lot and to the space where he parked his motorcycle and his truck. He grabbed his two helmets out of his truck and his leather jacket. He handed over his jacket and the smaller helmet to Ginger. "You don't mind the bike do you?"
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"You know, we do practice very hard to be the best of the best. If you're nice, maybe I'll give you a few of our secrets sometime." She grinned, squeaking a little as he tickled her side. Dancing away just a bit she laughed, hair flipping about. "You'll come cheer for me? You better."
Falling in beside him again, she let her head fall against his shoulder. "He is dreamy. Don't be jealous, Sam Ruiz. You can't help that he's like this old, but really hot guy."
She let him blush a little, or just be shy. She didn't know which it was as they came up on his truck and bike. Personally, she was happy they'd picked the bike over the truck. That thing was so beat up and old that it was beyond uncool to be seen in. So she took the helmet and jacket without any complaint. "I think bikes are hot, so..." She plopped the helmet on her head, her hair falling into her eyes as she did.
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"Yeah, we can watch that," he agreed. Once she was situated on the bike he took off again, revving the engine as they took off out of the parking lot. His house was on the other side of town, away from all the noise. The further out they got the quieter it got.
Pulling into the driveway he parked the bike near his mom's car and hung took his helmet off. From outside he could smell that his mom had been cooking again. He smiled and closed his eyes, taking in the scent of home. "Ma's been cooking," he said to Ginger with a smile. "She's not even from the south but she's got the hospitality thing down."
He lead her inside the house and was promptly attacked by his puppy... well couldn't really call him a puppy anymore. Franklin, though he was short was very stocky and knocked Sam back a bit. "Whoa boy," he said gently, stooping to pet him. "This is my dog Franklin," he introduced her to the silly thing as he bounced at his boy.
Walking further into the house, he of course found his mom at the kitchen counter. "Oh hey you two!" she said looking up from the food. "I made you some snacks, I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry or not!" Sam's mom said brightly. She walked around the kitchen table and held her hand out. "It's so nice to meet you. Melchor has told me all about you!"
"Ma," Sam said pulling the brim of his hat lower. She knew he hated his first name. How embarrassing!
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When they'd set out for his house, she hadn't really considered the idea of his parents being home. Maybe it was because her parents never were, or if they were- they weren't anywhere to be found. Which was pretty much the same as not being there at all. So all she could do was smile nervously as she set the helmet on the bike and shrugged out of the jacket.
"Heh, that's nice?" She offered up when Sam mentioned his mother's flair for hospitality. "My mother doesn't cook. We hired out." If they needed on. Usually no one cooked in the house. The kitchen was just...wasted space. Or a place to stash booze, if your name was Phillip.
As she followed him into the house, she laughed a little at Franklin, petting him once he'd calmed down a bit. She even gave him a kiss on the top of his head, before skipping off to follow Sam into the kitchen. And right into his mother.
"Oh! Uh, Hi..." She stared at the woman in front of her for a moment, unsure as to what a person was supposed to do when faced with someone else's parent. "It is nice to met you too." Looking at the woman's hand a moment, Ginger carefully took it in her's and tried her best smile out on the woman.
Gosh. It was so weird to be in the company of someone else's mom.
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Anna beamed at the girl, giving her hand a little squeeze. "I'll just leave you two to it," she said. "Don't forget to brush your teeth Melchor," she said, standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.
"Yeah, yeah ma," he said a bit embarrassed. "Good night," he said rubbing a hand through his hair. He turned to Ginger, a little red in the face. "Fresh churros," he said pointing at the plate his mom had prepared. He picked up up and blew on it experimentally. He finished it quickly in just a few bites like a champ and wiped his hands on a dish towel. "Did you want anything?" he asked. "We always have sweet tea and some kind of juice," he suggested.
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Oh that was precious. Ginger couldn't help but behind her hand at the way Anna Ruiz treated her son. It wasn't a bad thing, but it was funny all the same. He looked so embarrassed.
Waving good night to the woman, Ginger turned to look at the churros with a bit of a skeptical look. She wasn't sure, but it looked like it was a mountain of calories in every one of those sticks. "Yum!" She said, pasting on her best smile as she looked back up at Sam. "I bet they are delicious."
So maybe lying to her date wasn't a good thing, but she didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, right? She couldn't really tell them that she didnt want their food because, well, it would make her fat, now could she? That would be just plain rude. "Um, how about some water for while we watch the movie?"
At least one thing could be said- she had a fairly healthy-ish diet. When she ate.
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