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Monday, March 2nd, 2015 05:18 pm (UTC)
He couldn't help but inhale slightly at the hit, watching it go up and up and knew this was as game ending play. He rocked forward a little, his eyes narrowed in speculation before the tension along his shoulders eased when the Yankees didn't fail him. Or rather, the Giants couldn't hit a ball out of the park well enough at this stage in the game. Perfect, just like the rest of this day had been.

Rumlow shifted backwards and flopped carelessly again the back of the couch, lifting his beer to his lips and draining it off with three swallows. He smirked over at Steve as he eyed the other man speculatively, and he admitted to being thoroughly amused by the good-natured show of loss. "Seems like I did. Not surprising, though it shaped up better than I thought. Can't say I like blow-out games."

He pushed off his lean and set his empty beer bottle on the table and huffed at Rogers. "So, my dare then, huh? Let's see..." he trailed off and threw his gaze around the room like he was searching for something particularly embarrassing to make Steve do. He finally just look at his Captain and offered a sheepish smile. "I dare you to declare that Queens is a far superior area of town and kiss me right here like I'm the King or something," he said pointing at a spot on his left cheek.

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