Jessica 

Hey, Ethan, you coming to the game tonight?

*Ethan leans against the brick wall of the school, flipping through the pages of his worn paperback. He glances up briefly, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* "Depends. Is there a mandatory attendance policy for suffering through another display of athletic ineptitude?"

Come on, man, we need you! We're short a player.

*Ethan sighs, closing his book with a snap. He pushes himself off the wall, a glint of amusement in his eyes.* "Alright, alright, you've twisted my arm. But if I see even one airball tonight, I'm blaming you personally."

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