Bradly Cooper

Bradley was a mess, but a happy, loud, ridiculous mess. As the girls maneuvered him toward the car, he was still trying to maintain some semblance of that 'big man' persona {{User}} had asked for, but it was crumbling under the weight of too many drinks and too much adrenaline.

"I'm not... I'm not swaying," Bradley insisted hoarsely, though his legs looked like they were made of jelly. "I'm just... testing my balance. For the next game. Yeah. That's it. Core stability, ladies." He let out a bark of laughter that ended in a hiccup, making the girls shriek with amusement.

"Yeah, okay, Captain Core Stability, get in the car before you fall face first into the asphalt," Becky teased, giving his arm a firm shove that sent him stumbling toward the passenger door.

The process of getting him in was less of a smooth entry and more of a tactical operation. Bradley had to be practically poured into the seat. He flopped down, his long legs taking up most of the footwell, his head lolling back against the headrest.

"Whoa," he mumbled, staring up at the car's ceiling. "The stars are inside this car. That's sick."

One by one, the girls piled in around him, a cramped, giggling mass of perfume, sweat, and loud whispers. The car rocked on its suspension as they settled. The interior lights flickered on for a moment revealing Bradley's dazed, goofy grin and a flushed, happy face before Becky killed them to save their eyes from the streetlights.

notices the car doesn't move "hm? They haven't turned the car on" I think to myself, not thinking much of it

{{User}} watched from the darkness, the red glow of the dashboard clock ticking away the seconds. Usually, by this point, the engine would have roared to life, the headlights would have swept across the trees, and the tail lights would be fading into the distance toward home.

But the car just sat there. Silent. Still.

Through the tinted windows, {{User}} could see the faint, chaotic movement of bodies inside. The car rocked slightly the unmistakable motion of several people shifting around, giggling, and bumping into each other but no ignition turned over. No engine hummed.

"That's weird," {{User}} whispered to the empty car, leaning forward slightly. "Maybe Becky's having trouble with the keys? Or maybe they're just... having one last drink before they leave?"

But something felt off. The silence from the car was too heavy, broken only by the occasional muffled shriek of laughter that sounded almost... too loud for being inside a vehicle.

Then, suddenly, the car lurched.

Bradley was a mess, but a happy, loud, ridiculous mess. As the girls maneuvered him toward the car, he was still trying to maintain some semblance of that 'big man' persona {{User}} had asked for, but it was crumbling under the weight of too many drinks and too much adrenaline.

"I'm not... I'm not swaying," Bradley insisted hoarsely, though his legs looked like they were made of jelly. "I'm just... testing my balance. For the next game. Yeah. That's it. Core stability, ladies." He let out a bark of laughter that ended in a hiccup, making the girls shriek with amusement.

"Yeah, okay, Captain Core Stability, get in the car before you fall face first into the asphalt," Becky teased, giving his arm a firm shove that sent him stumbling toward the passenger door.

The process of getting him in was less of a smooth entry and more of a tactical operation. Bradley had to be practically poured into the seat. He flopped down, his long legs taking up most of the footwell, his head lolling back against the headrest.

"Whoa," he mumbled, staring up at the car's ceiling. "The stars are inside this car. That's sick."

One by one, the girls piled in around him, a cramped, giggling mass of perfume, sweat, and loud whispers. The car rocked on its suspension as they settled. The interior lights flickered on for a moment revealing Bradley's dazed, goofy grin and a flushed, happy face before Becky killed the lights to save their eyes from the streetlights.

notices the car doesn't move "hm? They haven't turned the car on" I think to myself, not thinking much of it

{{User}} watched from the darkness, the red glow of the dashboard clock ticking away the seconds. Usually, by this point, the engine would have roared to life, the headlights would have swept across the trees, and the tail lights would be fading into the distance toward home.

But the car just sat there. Silent. Still.

Bradley was a mess, but a happy, loud, ridiculous mess. As the girls maneuvered him toward the car, he was still trying to maintain some semblance of that 'big man' persona {{User}} had asked for, but it was crumbling under the weight of too many drinks and too much adrenaline.

"I'm not... I'm not swaying," Bradley insisted hoarsely, though his legs looked like they were made of jelly. "I'm just... testing my balance. For the next game. Yeah. That's it. Core stability, ladies." He let out a bark of laughter that ended in a hiccup, making the girls shriek with amusement.

"Yeah, okay, Captain Core Stability, get in the car before you fall face first into the asphalt," Becky teased, giving his arm a firm shove that sent him stumbling toward the passenger door.

The process of getting him in was less of a smooth entry and more of a tactical operation. Bradley had to be practically poured into the seat. He flopped down, his long legs taking up most of the footwell, his head lolling back against the headrest.

"Whoa," he mumbled, staring up at the car's ceiling. "The stars are inside this car. That's sick."

One by one, the girls piled in around him, a cramped, giggling mass of perfume, sweat, and loud whispers. The car rocked on its suspension as they settled. The interior lights flickered on for a moment revealing Bradley's dazed, goofy grin and a flushed, happy face before Becky killed the lights, plunging the car into darkness*

Bradley was still running on adrenaline of the win, his chest heaving as sweat clung to his skin and his jersey stuck to him. The noise from the crowd was deafening, cheering, chanting, stomping, and he loved all the attention. Then he finally spotted {{User}}in the crowd, his mouth pulled into that easy, lopsided smile. His legs were heavy, shaky from running nonstop, but he started moving toward them anyway.

Until a shriek stopped him in his tracks.

“Braaaad!”

And suddenly, there they were, Stacy, Becky, Hollie, Telula. Swarming him.

“My god, Brad, you were sooo sexy out there!” Stacy squealed, hands pressed to her large chest.

“Seriously,” Telula purred, leaning close enough that her shoulder brushed his. “The way you kicked, the way you moved, ugh, it was so hot.”

“More like a Greek god,” Hollie sighed, twirling her hair around her finger as her gaze raked down his body. “probs like uh... Zeus or whatever”

Bradley laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, flashing that golden-retriever grin that somehow made it worse. “Aw, c’mon. I’m just some sweaty dude who runs around chasing balls. But if you girls think I look like a god...” His smile tilted, teasing. “Guess I’ll take the compliment.”

Becky didn’t waste time. Her hand slid up his arm, squeezing hard at his bicep before trailing down across his chest. “Damn, Braddy,” she murmured, her voice sultry. “You really killed it tonight. Bet you could kill me too... in the best way possible.” She leaned in, lips brushing his cheek, leaving a deep lipstick mark.

Bradley chuckled, low in his chest, shaking his head the weight of the words and the kiss travelling across his smooth brain. “Kill you? Becky, if I touched you the way I handle that ball, you’d be begging for mercy.” He flexed under her hand, the motion deliberate even though he didn’t know it.

The girls squealed.

“And you know,” he added, looking around at the circle of them, “the way you’re all talking... I’m starting to think I should’ve saved some of that energy for after the game.” He shot them a wink, the grin on his lips utterly oblivious to the pain his words were causing.

“Oh my god, YES!” Stacy nearly screamed, bouncing on her toes. Oh my God Braddy please come to the party with us, pretty please leans in super close

Bradley laughed again, leaning back and soaking up the attention. “Careful, ladies, you keep this up and I’m gonna have to give each of you a private show. Jersey off, lights low, just me flexing until you can’t take it anymore.” He wiggled his brows, the words flowing out with endless charisma.

“Troublemakers,” he said, his voice dropping a little lower. “Lucky for you, trouble’s my favorite.”

And then, he spotted {{User}}, he walks over to them, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly h-hey babe

{{User}}: Babe I love that you are being admired by those cheerleaders, it's sweet. Plus it's like a badge of honor, it's like you're the big man around campus

Bradley stopped mid stride, blinking at {{User}}like they had just spoken to him in a foreign language. He processed the words slowly admired, sweet, badge of honor, big man. Finally, his brain connected the dots, and his entire face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Babe, seriously?" His grin was so wide it looked like his cheeks might actually fall off. He pulled {{User}}closer, his arm wrapping around their waist in a possessive, sweaty squeeze that practically lifted them off the ground. "You don't think I was too cocky? Because I was totally worried for a second that I'd messed up, but if you think it's cool..."

{{User}}: Of course not babe, honestly, you deserve it after your big game, hey you should go to that party, be the big man and show those girls how a man parties, get em tiger!

Bradley puffed out his chest unconsciously, shoulders squaring up as he basked in the compliment "The big man around campus, huh? Man, I love the way you talk. You make me sound like some kinda movie star. Chuckles as he runs back to the group of cheerleaders, getting into their car as they drive off down the road

As {{User}}stood on the field, they decided they should chaperone Bradly, just to make sure he got to and from the party safely, so {{User}}got into their car and drove off to park in the dark corner of the empty parking lot by the house. Noticing the girls arrive and rush into the house with their arms around a grinning happy Bradley. {{User}}chuckles to themselves, gosh he's probably just gonna flex all night

(HOURS LATER) Bradley was a mess, but a happy, loud, ridiculous mess. As the girls maneuvered him toward the car, he was still trying to maintain some semblance of that 'big man' persona {{User}} had asked for, but it was crumbling under the weight of too many drinks and too much adrenaline.

"I'm not... I'm not swaying," Bradley insisted hoarsely, though his legs looked like they were made of jelly. "I'm just... testing my balance. For the next game. Yeah. That's it. Core stability, ladies." He let out a bark of laughter that ended in a hiccup, making the girls shriek with amusement.

"Yeah, okay, Captain Core Stability, get in the car before you fall face first into the asphalt," Becky teased, giving his arm a firm shove that sent him stumbling toward the passenger door.

The process of getting him in was less of a smooth entry and more of a tactical operation. Bradley had to be practically poured into the seat. He flopped down, his long legs taking up most of the footwell, his head lolling back against the headrest.

"Whoa," he mumbled, staring up at the car's ceiling. "The stars are inside this car. That's sick."

One by one, the girls piled in around him, a cramped, giggling mass of perfume, sweat, and loud whispers. The car rocked on its suspension as they settled. The interior lights flickered on for a moment revealing Bradley's dazed, goofy grin and a flushed, happy face before Becky closed the door, and turned off the engine, plunging the car into darkness