DWTS 100 Prompt Challenge!

// Olympic Athletes A.U. // 

morningthunderstorms

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I zipped up my team U.S.A. jacket and stepped out into the hallway outside of my hotel room. It's always so cold in these hotels, I swear. I took the elevator down to the lobby and ordered a drink at the Starbucks that was there. 

I smiled when I saw Mark walk up to me. I always loved these meetings. We'd meet up every few mornings proceeding the Games.

Mark was an Olympic skier, and I was an Olympic figure skater. Both gold medalists for the past two Winter Olympics.

Anyways, we'd meet up, have Starbucks, and just talk. These Games were really stressful, having a friend in this situation was crucial. These meetings were even more exciting because we'd always plan a meeting on the 8th of February, and as of the 8th this year, Mark had been clean from his runs with alcohol abuse for six years.

Mark sat down with his drink and I gave him a "congratulations" for his six year clean streak.

"Thank you." Mark smiled and then pointed to my jacket. "I see that I've inspired you." He laughed.

"Yeah." I chuckled as well and looked down at the jacket. We all had our names embroidered onto them, and I got B.C. written onto mine. Or in other terms, Mark's super cute nickname for me.

We finished up our little breakfast (If you will), and went our separate ways for training.

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We both finished training up around 7:30. I wanted to stay and condition after, but Mark being Mark, was having none of it, and forced both of us back to his room to watch movies and such to unwind before the Games truly begun. We settled on The Great Gatsby for our movie choice.

"Want something?" Mark asked me, his voice slightly muffled due to his head being jammed into the back of his hotel room's mini fridge.

"Just a water, please." Mark tossed a water bottle to me from the fridge before shutting it. "Thank you." I found myself preoccupied with twisting the cap off of the bottle, so much so that I hadn't noticed Mark had sat down with a can of beer. "Mark!" I shouted, throwing my hand in front of him before he could take a sip. He almost spilled the drink, but that would've been fine. I ripped the can from his hands and poured the contents down the sink drain. "Today is the day you are six years clean! You promised me that the day I sent you to rehab that you'd never drink again. What the heck are you doing?!" I shouted at him, tears brimming in my eyes.

"B, relax."

'B', I loved that.

"It was one drink. I'm fine. I was going to have one and be done." He tried to reassure me, but I wasn't really having it.

I ripped open the door to his fridge and that's when the tears really started falling. I slammed the door shut and stared at the man in front of me. "Mark..." I tried to stay as calm as possible. "Why is there all that beer in your fridge?"

He stammered, messing with his collar for a second before speaking. "You know..."

"I know what?" My voice broke.

"They're there just in case." He muttered what he thought was a decent answer.

"Just in case of what?"

"In case of situations like this!" Now, he was yelling at me. "You coming in here and yelling and raiding my fridge...and these Games are killing me, and just let me be!" Mark shouted.