<strong>"That's great Jason! See, sports are way cooler than girls. Believe me, I've been in every possible sport known to man save for the  lingerie football league, including cheerleading. Dating was never more than a hassle, stick to fucking and don't get emotionally attached. Call me a pessimist, but it never works out." </strong>Avery lifted her eyebrows at him, as if daring his to prove her differently. Avery wasn't exaggerating when she spoke of sports. She had been the co captain or captain of every team in high school available to girl's, a varsity cheerleader all four years two of which she was the head. The girl knew a bit about sports as distractions from dating.<br/><br/><strong>"Hm. I don't really know. Something light, and then we NEED to go to that out of the way snow cone place. They give you so much syrup it's unbelievable. Mm."</strong>Her small, pink tongue peeked out as she said this, licking her bottom lip as if imagining catching a drop of the sugary ice as it slid out of her mouth accidentally. She flushed as he complimented her, blowing him a kiss before catching his hand and walking him to the bathroom. Avery heard many a moan coming from behind the door, she just shook her head, popping in for a moment.<strong>"Daddy, I need a credit card."</strong>She pouted at him, sure that he had caught her "Daddy" as opposed to "Dad."