06-12-2021, 09:56 PM
Women's Softball, Group Stage
"I think that's the nail in the coffin," Ayauhxomitl said with a smirk as she laid her bat down on the ground. Behind her, the catcher in the Huenyan uniform looked at the sky in dismay. Ayauhxomitl had just hit a home run, allowing multiple Xiomerans on base to run in and ending the chances of the Huenyan team to win.
In the stands, the Huenyans who had made the trip to the Olympics to cheer on their women's team were in dismay. The Xiomeran fans, however, were excitedly cheering. A fair number of them were taunting the Huenyan fans. Eirian police kept a polite but firm distance between the two groups, warning Xiomeran fans to either stop taunting or be removed from the stadium.
"Better luck next time," Ayauhxomitl said to the Huenyan catcher. "That is, if your country even still exists by the time the next Olympics get here."
The Huenyan catcher rose from the ground, an angry expression on her face, but the umpire wisely stepped next to her, murmuring something under his breath. Ayauhxomitl laughed, then trotted off to complete her game-winning run.
Huitzinali, the Huenyan catcher, grit her teeth until she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. The Huenyan pitcher, Ixotaxotl, was standing next to her. "I know this sucks," she said. "But hold it in. We'll get them next time. And there will be a next time."
Huitzinali nodded, staring at the celebrating Xiomeran players on the other side of the field before turning away to walk with Ixotaxotl to their locker room.
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Several hours later, at a bar in the center of New Riga, the Huenyan players were drowning their sorrows in Eirian liquor. They had not only bought their own drinks, but had been the recipients of much free alcohol from sympathetic Eirians who were just as annoyed with Xiomera as the Huenyan players were. By the time midnight rolled around, the Huenyan players were several degrees away from sober.
"Oh, you have to be kidding me," Ixotaxotl said, putting her glass down with a sigh. Huitzinali and the other Huenyan players looked up, to see their Xiomeran counterparts entering the bar. "They would have to walk into this bar," she said with another sigh.
"Maybe we should just leave," Huitzinali murmured. Ixotaxotl nodded, and began leading their group out of the bar. Before they could exit, however, the Xiomerans noticed them. Ayauhxomitl laughed, leading her equally-unsober group over to where the Huenyans had been trying to make an unseen exit. "Hey, it's the losers! Having a good night? I can't imagine you are after we embarrassed you," Ayauhxomitl said, leaning over to laugh in Huitzinali's face.
"Just get out of our way and let us leave, please," Huitzinali said, trying to walk around. The other Xiomerans blocked her path. "Aww, you don't want to talk to me? Well, I want to talk to you, you loser wearing a traitor's flag. What are you going to do about it?" Ayauhxomitl said, tapping Huitzinali in the chest.
"Oh, screw this," Ixotaxotl said under her breath, winding up like she was about to throw a fastball. The resulting punch knocked Ayauhxomitl back several feet before she finally fell on her posterior with a shocked look on her face.
Within minutes, Eirian police were pouring into the bar to break up the resulting brawl between Huenyans and Eirians on one side, and Xiomerans on the other. The police seemed to already be all too experienced with this scenario, judging from the looks of exasperation on their faces. Huitzinali and Ixotaxotl managed to sneak the Huenyan players out a side door, leaving the Xiomeran team to explain themselves to some very displeased Eirian cops.
As the Huenyan team ran down the streets of New Riga back to their dorm, Huitzinali looked at Ixotaxotl. "I thought you said to hold it in."
"What can I say? I changed my mind," Ixotaxotl said with a grin.
Huitzinali laughed in response, running with her teammates.
"I think that's the nail in the coffin," Ayauhxomitl said with a smirk as she laid her bat down on the ground. Behind her, the catcher in the Huenyan uniform looked at the sky in dismay. Ayauhxomitl had just hit a home run, allowing multiple Xiomerans on base to run in and ending the chances of the Huenyan team to win.
In the stands, the Huenyans who had made the trip to the Olympics to cheer on their women's team were in dismay. The Xiomeran fans, however, were excitedly cheering. A fair number of them were taunting the Huenyan fans. Eirian police kept a polite but firm distance between the two groups, warning Xiomeran fans to either stop taunting or be removed from the stadium.
"Better luck next time," Ayauhxomitl said to the Huenyan catcher. "That is, if your country even still exists by the time the next Olympics get here."
The Huenyan catcher rose from the ground, an angry expression on her face, but the umpire wisely stepped next to her, murmuring something under his breath. Ayauhxomitl laughed, then trotted off to complete her game-winning run.
Huitzinali, the Huenyan catcher, grit her teeth until she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. The Huenyan pitcher, Ixotaxotl, was standing next to her. "I know this sucks," she said. "But hold it in. We'll get them next time. And there will be a next time."
Huitzinali nodded, staring at the celebrating Xiomeran players on the other side of the field before turning away to walk with Ixotaxotl to their locker room.
---
Several hours later, at a bar in the center of New Riga, the Huenyan players were drowning their sorrows in Eirian liquor. They had not only bought their own drinks, but had been the recipients of much free alcohol from sympathetic Eirians who were just as annoyed with Xiomera as the Huenyan players were. By the time midnight rolled around, the Huenyan players were several degrees away from sober.
"Oh, you have to be kidding me," Ixotaxotl said, putting her glass down with a sigh. Huitzinali and the other Huenyan players looked up, to see their Xiomeran counterparts entering the bar. "They would have to walk into this bar," she said with another sigh.
"Maybe we should just leave," Huitzinali murmured. Ixotaxotl nodded, and began leading their group out of the bar. Before they could exit, however, the Xiomerans noticed them. Ayauhxomitl laughed, leading her equally-unsober group over to where the Huenyans had been trying to make an unseen exit. "Hey, it's the losers! Having a good night? I can't imagine you are after we embarrassed you," Ayauhxomitl said, leaning over to laugh in Huitzinali's face.
"Just get out of our way and let us leave, please," Huitzinali said, trying to walk around. The other Xiomerans blocked her path. "Aww, you don't want to talk to me? Well, I want to talk to you, you loser wearing a traitor's flag. What are you going to do about it?" Ayauhxomitl said, tapping Huitzinali in the chest.
"Oh, screw this," Ixotaxotl said under her breath, winding up like she was about to throw a fastball. The resulting punch knocked Ayauhxomitl back several feet before she finally fell on her posterior with a shocked look on her face.
Within minutes, Eirian police were pouring into the bar to break up the resulting brawl between Huenyans and Eirians on one side, and Xiomerans on the other. The police seemed to already be all too experienced with this scenario, judging from the looks of exasperation on their faces. Huitzinali and Ixotaxotl managed to sneak the Huenyan players out a side door, leaving the Xiomeran team to explain themselves to some very displeased Eirian cops.
As the Huenyan team ran down the streets of New Riga back to their dorm, Huitzinali looked at Ixotaxotl. "I thought you said to hold it in."
"What can I say? I changed my mind," Ixotaxotl said with a grin.
Huitzinali laughed in response, running with her teammates.
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