Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

She feels good to have bested him; hearing him cry out beneath her is something she will not soon forget.  She lingers above him a beat longer than necessary before she steps off.  She has enough sense not to gloat but she is glowing a little brighter than before.

Good game, she says, offering probably the most genuine smile anyone's seen from her in a while (although Ambrose would have no way of knowing that, perhaps he would catch on the longer he stayed with the Redhawks).  We should go again some time.

She clears her throat and takes a few retreating steps.  What is she doing, making friends?  Everyone always left anyway.  This man would be no different.  Whether it was sooner or later, the good ones always did.

Uh, anyway, think you got it from here?  You can come get me if there's anything else you need filled on.