The Bar

Elizabeth's POV

Pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I finally deemed myself capable of walking into a bar. I combed my hair, leaving it down. I knocked on Lindsey's door to signal to her that I was ready to go. (It was a rule, girls couldn't share rooms) I picked up my car keys and my purse. When I turned around, there was Lindsey, wearing the same exact Old Navy sweatshirt as mine. Except, she was wearing a denim miniskirt and black flip flops.

My shocked face made Lindsey ask, "is it too much?"

"No, it's perfect," I answered

O.C's POV

I stared in awe as Lindsey walked in the door. I stood up as she walked over and pulled out her and Liz's chairs.

"Thanks," Lindsey said with a smile.

I, being twenty two, felt guilty about drinking beer with Rizzo, Silky, and Coxie. But I was relieved when she got herself a coke.

We were all teasing Silky about not being able to read when Rob McClanahan walked in and said hi to Rizzo, I felt my anger rising. I knew I would get into a fight with Mac if I didn't cool off. Lindsey was watching me curiously.

"You look mad," she simply stated.

"Easy big guy," I heard Rizzo say.

"I'm confused," Lindsey said and Coxie and Liz nodded in agreement.

"Oh! I know," Liz said. "76 playoffs, O.C got thrown out of the game."

"You're still holding a grudge?" Lindsey asked.

"Yeah, I hate that pansy," I replied.

It took all I had not to get up and leave; besides I knew that Lindsey would just follow me.

"Done," Liz suddenly said, bringing me back from my thinking.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.

"I'm done with my test, all three hundred questions," she stated.

"Wow, I am only on number eighty two," said Silk.

"Silky, eighty two is easy, come on, you can go faster. You still have two hundred and eighteen to go," Liz said.

Lindsey and I decided to do our tests together. I had even numbers, she had odd.

Lindsey's POV

I loved being with O.C. We finished our tests and I left with O.C, trusting Silk to take Liz back to the dorm. O.C and I went on a walk around campus. It was about midnight by the time we got back to the dorm.

"Night, Lindsey."

"Night, O.C."

I fell asleep dreaming of O.C and what practice would be like with Herb Brooks.