Sacred Nights | Jamie Tartt

Damaged Goods, Woman!

Lilith had to admit, Lionel did an amazing job at styling her. Her hair had been thrown into quite the intricate bun, with little braids wrapping around to secure it and extras framing her face for a Y2K look. Her dress hugged her body like she had been born wearing it, just fitting in all of the right places perfectly. The neck swooped down low enough to tease, but kept a good enough mystery to what was underneath. And her arms, god her arms looked good. Lace hung loosely at her hands before it tightened at her wrists, climbing all the way to her shoulders. She could see her tattoos through it, but not enough to really make out what they were.

She felt confident in her own skin for once.

When Roy showed up at her doorstep to pick her up, she quickly realized just how well he could clean up, too. They were matching in all black, and his suit looked incredible on him, "Holy shit, Kent. Look at you." She shoved his shoulder playfully before shutting and locking her front door, "Now tell me I look fit as fuck or I'm ditching you." Roy was unable to hide a small smile as she posed for him, "You don't need me to tell you, but you look fucking fit. Now get in the car."

Lilith patted his cheek in thanks before following him to his car.

Roy could already tell she would be the most entertaining part of his night.

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As the two arrived, they both regarded the paps with grimaces. Roy looked down at Lilith as she looked up at him. They grunted at each other before rushing through the red carpet, flipping off the paparazzi as they went, "No. No. Fuck you. No." He swore at them as they stomped past.

It was a relief for her knowing he hated the spot light just as much as she did. All of these people made her uncomfortable, and she knew she would become agitated halfway through the night. But she was sure that with Roy by her side, he'd scare off any unwanted presence.

They made their way to table 4, all the while Roy blew off people who tried to stop and chat with him by growling at them. Lilith enjoyed the looks of disdain on their faces as they were ignored, but her grin soon faded as they reached their designated table.

There, in all his glory sat Jamie fucking Tartt. Lilith didn't know whether to laugh or run far, far away, "This is going to be so uncomfortable." Jamie's date exclaimed with a wide smile, thoroughly enjoying the looks on both men's faces.

Roy tugged on Lilith's hand as he turned away from the couple, "We're switching tables." And Lilith couldn't help the sigh of relief she let out, but it was short lived as Ted Lasso rushed over to them, "No, no, no, no, Hey- come back here. This was my doing. I Parent Trapped y'all. Take a seat." She wanted nothing more than to rip his mustache clean off of his face at that moment. Ted gave her a consoling look, which she glared back at before they all took a seat.

Ted went on to explain how Roy and Jamie had split the locker room in half, then made some weird reference to his mother's bathing suits which made Lilith want to vomit. He then asked the two of them to say their biggest issues with one another.

"He's a piece of shit." Roy immediately said, wasting no time in letting out his displeasure with the younger player.

"If his brain was on fire, I wouldn't piss in his ear." Jaime was quick to the punch as well. Lilith couldn't help tilting her head. She actually really liked that insult.

Their coach nodded his head along with their answers, telling them that even some of the greatest teammates had rivals. But they also had common ground, "Now, who wants to get the ball rolling?" He asked the table, a hopeful smile on his face. Jamie's date, who she now knew as Keeley, spoke up and told Nathan that she thought his suit looked chic. Nathan proceeded to fumble and messed up a joke relating to his birthday suit and how he was born a naked baby.