SOL - Riley stays on top

You are relieved. You don’t like seeing Riley hurting, but you also feel more relaxed without Lara around. The outcome of the match takes all control out of your hands; you no longer have to worry about that particular dilemma. Until next week.

Is Riley in bad shape, or is she OK? You aren’t sure. Her conduct early in the match makes you worry, and her conduct toward the end is reassuring. Maybe it doesn’t have to be one or the other.

In any case, getting to the Lodge feels good. Almost good enough that you feel a little bit like yourself… which makes it a disappointment that Blue Team lost their game. You haven’t been at your horniest lately, but you are still a bit pent up and you were hoping to just flood Riona with all of it tonight. So much for that.

And you’ve brushed off Sam enough times that she’s taken the hint and moved on to flirting with Elena. The Lodge is full of girls for you to try flirting with, but you don’t feel like doing that the way that you used to. You used to do it automatically. Now, you find yourself looking at them and thinking and worrying about things that you never did before. It’s strange but liberating.

You find yourself on a couch in the big room in the Lodge, surrounded by girls from the winning team. Some are on their phones, and only a few are paying attention to the movie that’s playing. You’re watching it, though. There’s more than one way to relax, after all. The movie is scary, and you enjoy the suspense as the sorority girls on the screen creep around, trying to avoid a killer. Of course, the killer came to them at an awkward time of night, so the girls range from naked to wearing adorable sleepwear. The camera lingers on the apple-shaped, panty-clad rear end of a girl as she crawls behind a sofa to hide before cutting to a busty blonde, totally nude, riding a Sybian while unaware that the killer is even in the house, let alone creeping up behind her.

Riley startles you by sitting down on your right.

You look at her so you don’t have to see the blonde get stabbed.

“Are you avoiding me?” she asks bluntly.

“A little,” you reply honestly.

“Why?”

You shrug, keeping your voice down even though the screams from the movie are pretty loud.

“I didn’t want to do anything awkward,” you say.

“It’s awkward when the best player and the captain aren’t talking,” she grumbles, folding her arms and glaring at the screen. “Are you mad that I’m still captain?”

“I’m glad,” you say.

“Really?”

You shrug. “You played well. Are you okay? I’ve never seen you get that rough before.”

“****,” she says, and it’s a fair answer. Taking the high ground against White Team’s attackers would have lost you the match for sure.

She doesn’t say anything else, and you don’t know what to say either. You feel like she came to you looking for something, and she didn’t get it. You wish that you could read her mind.

“I’ve never seen you this alone before,” she says to you finally, mirroring what you said to her.

“****,” you say, giving her the same answer. “I have to behave.”