Good Game (Audio Script)

Stories

Just weren’t up to it tonight, huh?

Oh relax, I know it’s the men’s locker room… and that you’re only in that…

But there’s nobody else here, and no reason for anyone else to come in now that everyone else has gone home…

Everyone else was tired. You all played hard tonight, but… you just couldn’t get it together.

Unlucky?

Unlucky would have been a bad call in our favor… or a fluke goal giving us the lead.

That final score does not reflect an unlucky play… just a bad game.

C’mon, you know we absolutely dominated you, that I outperformed you every second we were on that field.

Now, now, no need to get defensive.

After all, it’s not my fault your team couldn’t get the ball in the net… even if you’d had neon lights and a personal guide.

I mean… anyone watching could see you were all struggling.

That’s true. Not everyone was performing poorly.

Watching your team flounder with some of your crosses was painful.

I bet, especially ’cause that second one was pinpoint perfect… but you had to watch as the other guy swung his foot and missed.

It was embarrassing, and I hope that dude feels as embarrassed as he should be.

I’m not making accusations, it’s just fact.

You played well, but your team still lost 4-nil.

You just couldn’t carry the whole team, no matter how strong and capable you are.

I bet you’re desperate for a shower, you spent most of that game running up and down the field…

I mean, I guess I was watching you.

You were the only one on your team worth watching.

You guys do have practices right?

And play regular games?

And yet, the game still sucked.

It’s a shame, a waste of good talent… in your case, at least.

What? I can’t come in to brag and then compliment a good performance?

I said your team was trash tonight, but that doesn’t mean you were.

At least for some of it… too bad it didn’t make a difference.

I’m joking, I’m joking.

Jeez, you’re pretty testy this evening.

Is that because you know I’m right?

Or because you’re standing here like that… and it’s just the two of us in such close quarters?

Oh, you feel exposed?

Well, there’s nothing on display that I haven’t seen in a locker room before, champ, don’t you worry.

But from where I’m sitting… there’s certainly nothing to complain about.

What?

No, I’m definitely not flirting with you.

I’m just—I’m calling it like I see it, man.

Just like I have been since I walked in here… I’m being honest about that, just like I’m honest about that awful gameplay…

But we can go back to talking about that, if you liked it better.

Is that really what you wanted to say there?

To ask me to leave?

Because I will, if that’s what you want… but you gotta admit, neither of us would be having as much fun if I did.

I’m not fumbling my words, just flushed from a good game… though, you’re looking a little flushed as well. Speaking of flushing and fumbling, I’ve got a question…

Coming into the second half, you fumbled your footwork randomly… just as I came in to tackle you. What happened there?

Oh come on, “I misjudged it”, we both know that’s a load of crap.

Now that I’m thinking about it, you seemed pretty distracted a few times during that game… that’s not like you usually, but it seems to be a recurring theme lately.

What’s up with that?

Oh, really? You’ve just… just been distracted?

The math ain’t mathin’, my guy.

Is something going on? Is there… something on your mind?

What exactly is it you think I know?

Because trust me, if I knew, I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of having asked in the first place.

I will say… it’s been getting easier to feel… distracted.

I find myself more and more… distracted… lately.

Would you happen to know anything about that?

Anything about finding yourself suddenly distracted?

You do, hm?

Well, good.

I’m glad I’m not alone in suddenly feeling distracted every now and then.

I mean, I’m usually not in a quiet locker room, alone… like this.

But there’s a first for everything, I guess… and I’m definitely not complaining about it.

Are you?

You’re not sure?

Wow…

and what part of this… aren’t you sure about?

That’s pretty vague.

What kinda things are making you feel unsure?

Is it that… you’re afraid the hot water’s gone in the showers?

Or that you’ll be late, or get a parking fine or… maybe… it’s that you’re here, alone with me in this locker room?

Maybe it’s got everything to do with that… distraction, from before.

Or that tiny little piece of fabric you’ve got… while I’m fully dressed?

Those sorts of things?

A mix, right, well, would any of them really be so bad?

Maybe you’d feel more comfortable if I left… or if I was also wearing… well, you know.

Either way, it’s something we can take care of right here, right now.

So tell me, big guy, what is it you want?

Should I leave?

Good, because I want to stay. In fact, there’s more I want…

You want to know what else I want, hm?

Well.. a few things… but for starters, I’d love to know what made your eyes go so big when I mentioned wearing something else… something less…

Did you… like that idea?

You did, then… good. I like that you liked it, but I’m not done.

I want to know…

I want to know what it made you think… what would you do in that situation?

Oh… oh.

I like the sound of that. Is there… anything else?

Other things you might want? Or might have thought?

Well, ah, that was... um, very specific.

Nonono, that’s… not it.

I just wasn’t expecting it. You have so much detail… it’s almost like you’ve… thought… about it…

Wait…

Have you thought about this before?

You have?

Well, do you want to know a secret?

I have too, more than once… and I think, I want to do more than think about it tonight.

Yeah, I do really mean it.

I love distracting you, on the field… and off.

But tonight, I think we both need more than a distraction.

And now that I’ve closed the space between us…

there’s more than just a little tension I’d like to work out… with you.

Do you like the sound of that?

I’m glad to hear it. And such enthusiasm, I see.

Yeah, I can see the bulge… it’s not like your towel’s hiding much.

Let me just even things up here… take this off.

And this…

Oh is that so?

You like what you see then?

Good.

I want you to keep looking.

But… do you know what I think we both want?

A shower.

A steamy, hot shower… where we can take our time getting as clean… or as filthy… as we need to.

I bet your muscles are sore from working hard to carry the whole team on your back, hm?

Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.

I’ll stop teasing you... It’s a lot more fun to tease you… like this…

Mmm, no don’t worry, I don’t plan to be a tease for long.

I’ve got needs, you know, like needing to see you dripping wet and aching for…

for a long hot shower, of course.

What did you think I’d say?