Okay no angst request this time. But a Padres Christmas Party and Mike gets Ginny and autographed poster of him, "For your collection" also Ginny got him her jersey. Guess im feeling fluffy today.
fluffy is good. excellent, in fact.
doesn’t mean they don’t have to work a little for it.
many times, many ways | ao3
Ginny was honestly surprised she was considered enough of a Padre to warrant an invitation to the team Christmas party.
Sure, a lot of that surprise was founded in self-pity, but she felt she was allowed.
After all, her rookie season in the bigs ended (and started, honestly) in heartbreak, her brother wasn’t speaking to her, Amelia was back, but their relationship was strained, and Noah wouldn’t quit dropping hints about a world tour that Ginny was increasingly sure she had no interest in.
And Mike Lawson was back with his wife. Not that she cared about that. If he was happy, so was she. It hadn’t been a lie when she said those words to Amelia and it wasn’t now.
All in all, there wasn’t a lot that was really putting her in a festive mood.
Only Blip’s promise of excellent catering and free-flowing booze had secured her attendance.
Mostly, she wanted to do what she’d done since her season ended: sit in her hotel room and binge watch terrible reality shows. They helped her feel better about her own life.
The life where she was getting ready to go to a party for a team she wasn’t even sure she belonged to anymore. The doctors and front office sounded optimistic, but Ginny knew the drill. Players were sent back down to the minors all the time for slighter injuries than hers.
Well. She might as well take advantage of being a Padre while she still could. Especially when there was free food involved.
She was keeping her expectations low for this party.