Erin/Rafe
Erin rolled her eyes at the screaming fan, arms crossed in amusement as the Magpie players started out of the back room. She didn't know why she'd accepted Rafe's invitation, she hadn't talked to him in months, but, hell. She hadn't had anything else to do, and Will had enjoyed the free tickets. He'd gone home after the match, after Erin had explained that she was supposed to meet a friend for drinks.
Will had given her that look, but she'd brushed him off. She wasn't planning on anything other than chatter, tonight.
"KIRKE! RAFE KIRKE, I LOVE YOU!" the brunette beside her shrieked into Erin's ear. She frowned, glaring at the girl, and wondered why the screaming was intensifying until she felt a hand on her arm. Erin's eyes shot up and--ha, okay, now she got why they were screaming. Rafe grinned down at her, and, ugh, Erin felt a blush shoot up her neck and to her ears.
"Ready?" he said, and Erin nodded, ducking her eyes as Rafe took her arm and lead her to the apparation spot---oh, she heard the nasty remarks from the other women.
"So, did you invite here to keep the rabid fan girls away, or are you expecting something else?"
Rafe turned and ran a hand through his hair, looking oh-so-smug, "Maybe a bit of both."
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