Hi readers,
This is a follow up story to ' The Players Revolt.'
Hope you enjoy it,
MELD.
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"Right, where do you fancy going then?" asked Naseen as they stepped out of the leisure centre into the early evening gloom of the car park.
"I don't mind, although we're not really dressed for going out," Shannon pointed out as they both stood there in their tracksuits with kit bags slung across their shoulders.
"Well, why don't we just nip in The White Horse for a couple?"
"Erm...Okay."
The pair crossed the car park and made their way down Gainsborough Street; as they ambled along, Naseen turned to the big blonde.
"Have you recovered now?"
"Near enough, yes."
"I can't help feeling guilty about joining in now," the pretty Indian girl sighed, giving Shannon an apologetic smile.
"Don't, it wasn't all bad you know," she replied, winking.
"I know but I should have stopped them doing some of those things to you; what Bethany did was disgusting."
"Hmmm, that actually wasn't that bad, what was worse was having that skank Lauren's knickers shoved in my mouth, the dirty little bitch," Shannon scowled.
"That's what I mean; we went too far, I should have done something."
"Look, if you'd tried to stop them, they might have turned on you, anyway stop beating yourself up about it, if you feel that guilty then you can buy the first round," the blonde smiled, giving her a peck on the cheek.
The pair arrived at the pub and strolled up to the bar; eventually the barman looked up from his newspaper and noticed them waiting.
"Yes, love?" he mumbled at Naseen disinterestedly.
"A rum and coke and a pernod and black with ice, please."
"Four thirty," he sighed.
Taking their drinks, they sat down at a corner table; the place was virtually deserted, with just a few people dotted here and there.
"Well, lucky us heh? Getting in here for happy hour," Shannon smirked.
"God I know, what a miserable old fart," giggled Naseen, taking a sip from her glass, "shall we go somewhere else after these?"
"Nah, let's stay here, I'd rather be somewhere quiet than some place that was heaving."
"Okay," she smiled, slipping her hand under the table and giving Shannon's thigh a gentle squeeze.
"Careful, he might throw us out," the blonde joked, nodding over to the barman.
"He's not even looking," Naseen purred, leaning over the table and kissing her softly on the lips.
"Naz!"
"What?" she smiled mischievously, "you're going very red."
"He will start looking if you keep doing that," the big girl whispered wide eyed, feeling her face burning.
"So? Why, are you embarrassed?"
"No, I just don't want to put on a show for the rest of the pub, that's all," said Shannon, looking round nervously.
"Chicken," Naseen teased, squeezing her thigh again. Shannon was a little taken aback by her friend; this was a side to her she'd never seen before, usually she was quiet and reserved, never normally doing anything to attract attention. She knew it couldn't be the alcohol; they were on their first drink. 'So I'm chicken am I, Naz?' she thought. Leaning across the table, she planted a long lingering kiss on Naseen's soft lips, her tongue probing into her mouth, making her give out a muffled squeal. The butterflies fluttered in her stomach as Shannon's tongue pushed against hers; her mind thinking back to what had happened in the changing room earlier. Finally breaking off the kiss, the blonde sat back and looked at her.
"Is he looking now?" she smiled, raising her eyebrows.
"No, but they are," Naseen replied anxiously, nodding over Shannon's shoulder.
The big girl turned round to find two lads standing by the fruit machine, both staring open mouthed.
"Oh," said Shannon, smiling awkwardly.
"Waheey! Don't mind us girls, carry on!" one of them yelled over, followed by a few cheers and wolf whistles.
"Erm....I think perhaps we should leave," said Naseen, fixing her friend with a stern look.
"Yep," the blonde replied, knocking back her drink.
Quickly heading through the door and back out on to the street, the pair turned to each other and burst out laughing.
"That was your fault!" said Shannon, playfully tapping Naseen's ass.
"My fault? Why the bloody hell was it my fault?" she laughed.
"You goaded me into that!"
"I thought you'd just kiss me back, I didn't expect you to leap across the table and stick your tongue halfway down my bloody throat!"
"Well you shouldn't have called me chicken then, come on let's go," said Shannon.
"Where?"
"The Rifleman."
"The Rifleman? Fuck that, it's well rough in there, you have to wipe your feet on the way out!" Naseen scoffed.
"You snobby cow, it's not that bad," laughed the blonde, "where do you want to go then?"
"The Grosvenor."
"I'm not walking in there dressed like this, it's too snotty, they'll all look down their noses at you."
"Well I'm sure if we just sit quietly in the corner and you don't try to ravish me across the pool table, we'll be fine," smirked Naseen.
"Oh ha ha, very funny, anyway I'm not going in there, let's try The Leopard."
"Oh go on then," Naseen moaned.
They walked further into town, the streets getting busier with smartly dressed people going out for the evening, making the two of them stand out in their tracksuits. Eventually they reached The Leopard, a large pub in the town centre on the edge of the main square. Walking through the door, they found the place was packed.
"I thought you wanted somewhere quiet?" said Naseen.
"I changed my mind," the blonde shrugged, "come on."
After eventually getting served, they found a table and sat down.
"Well, what are you going to do about Bethany then?"
"What can I do? She's got the whole team on her side, well, nearly the whole team," Shannon smiled, grabbing Naseen's hand.
"Aren't you going to try and talk to them?"
