@MsGothamScribe and second, the Meteors would bring in Jake Fennel, their fireball closer. It should have been a cakewalk with Fennel facing the 7-8-9 hitters, but Pat Gomes took him deep on a 2-1 breaking ball to cut the lead to one. Eric Anderson would work the count to 3-2, fouling 🪙
@MsGothamScribe off sixteen straight pitches to earn a walk. With the pitcher due up, the Knights would go to their bench, but with slugger Kent Young on the DL, their only option would be Sam “Scoops” Ekeler, the backup middle infielder hitting just under the Mendoza line. “Scoops had no 🪙
@MsGothamScribe chance, fuck, no right to be in the game. But he’d just watched Gomes and Anderson battle the best reliever in the game so he stood in there to take his hack.” First pitch swinging, Scoops would crush a breaking ball that never really broke. “Sometimes 🪙
@MsGothamScribe you just get caught up in the momentum.” He’d let his hand slide up her side, fingers brushing against her side boob. “That whole rally started with Mahoney stealing second.”
@GothamDuality The man could run the bases, she had to give him that. He was building his case just would have. Face knew she had seen the game. Vick had watched it over her date’s shoulder at the bar. The redhead trying not to cry out when Gomes caught that breaking ball. It was like >>
@GothamDuality >> orgasming somewhere one wasn’t suppose to. The adrenaline rushing through her, in that moment Mahoney could have stole second and anything else he wanted if they just won. Malcolm, her date had no interest he was into golf rather than baseball, which gave her little >>
@GothamDuality >> hope of him being someone she wanted spend anytime with, even if he fit the bill in other ways. Her hand catches his hand and drives him back to first. Red’s lips curl a little. “We have a date Wednesday night - don’t we? Knights game.” She says to >>
@GothamDuality >> him. “I imagine you are one hell of a heckler.” She says trying to redirect him.
@MsGothamScribe “We do, but aren’t we in the 7th inning stretch here?” He’d let her slide his hand down, his fingers finding her hip, grasping that curve instead. Pulling her tighter to him. “Vicki Vale was baseball mad,” He’d start to sing the 🪙
@MsGothamScribe traditional ‘Take Me Out To The Ballgame’ substituting her name for Katie Casey. “Had the fever and had it bad. Just to root for the home town crew. Every sou, Vicki blew.” He’d laugh at the double entendre.
@GothamDuality She laughs. “You’re too charming for your own good.” He has the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. He didn’t. They like being bad. They liked the power they had from it and liked how it made the girl’s >>