When the final whistle blew David looked up at the scoreboard. His breath rolled out from behind his face guard as he watched the numbers swich. He let out a primal yell of sorts and thrust his fist into the air. Victory.<br/><br/>He didn't see all the commotion happening with Masako, he had been tending to a few swooning sophmore's in the stands. He chatted with them breifly, knowing they probably wanted his cock more than the loosing half of tonight's bet. He caught up with the other guys once people started to leave.<br/><br/>"What's her deal?" He asked, seeing Masako storming off.