[Tate wasn't expecting that. He was expecting a brilliant swing, sure, but that was something else. Derek obliterated that bottle - and sent it off in sparkling dust, tiny shards raining away and glittering the whole way down. Tate's pretty sure the fucking trees rustled, and a bird took flight. He's turned to watch, raising an arm protectively - lest anything go in his eyes - but then he lowers it to stare off into the distance.
Lips parted, for a second he's silent, wide eyed and in awe. Then, suddenly, he laughs.]
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Lips parted, for a second he's silent, wide eyed and in awe. Then, suddenly, he laughs.]
Jesus Christ, that was kinda cool.