Chapter 3

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"Alright I come back with liver killers, but hey we only live once." I shrug handing everyone a beer.

"How was the halftime show?" I ask sitting down.

"Amazing!" Scott says excitedly.
"I can't believe you missed it."

"Well I technically am kinda working right now"
"but anyway that was you screaming at the top of your lungs wasn't it?" I joke.

"Of course who doesn't love Lady Gaga?" He scoffs.

"Oh you don't have to tell me I remember when Telephone came out it was played on repeat and my brother would always get mad." They laugh.

"You have a brother?" Chris asks.

"Yep sadly. I also have 3 sisters." i laugh.

"Can you imagine my house when we were younger?" I laugh.

"Your poor brother only son in the house." Chris jokes.

"Oh we would dress him up as a girl when he needed to apologize for something and his girl name would be Tina." We laugh.

"What about you two?" I point at them.
"Ah we got 2 sisters."

"Ooh you guys have to go through getting makeup put on you and dresses?"

"Duhh but we were theater kids." Scott says.

"Ahh theater kids. I remember those" I joke.

"And what do you mean by that?" Chris acts offended.

"No i'm just kidding but I always thought theater would be fun."

"But my heart was in sports so I was the athlete in high school."

"Guess that's why I ended up as a sports journalist." I take a drink.

"Sounds fun." Jeremy joins.

"There he is I was wondering where you were."

" Ah it was my manager." He motions to his phone.

"So i've almost told you my life story, what about you guys?What do you guys do?" I ask and notice Chris kinda shifts in his seat.

"Well im a bit of a what do you call it? a struggling actor" he laughs

"Mostly an influencer type though." He adds.

"Anything I would have seen?" I take a sip of my beer.

"Uhh..."
"Maybe Madhouse Mecca? Close Range?" I questions.

"Mmm no sorry." I laugh.

"Like I said struggling."

"Happen to the best of us." I shrug.

"What about you two?" I point to Chris and Jeremy and they look at each other.

"We-" Chris starts.

"TOUCHDOWN FALCONS!!!" The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and groans.

"damn it! Come on!" I yell.

"Come on defense!" Chris shouts.

I see Scott and Jeremy looking at us.

"What?" we say at the same time and laugh.

From then on we continue watching the game cause it was almost over and the score was 28-3.

With 2 minutes left of the 3rd quarter we had finally put some points on the board.

"TOUCHDOWN PATRIOTS!!!" We hear.

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