Tennessee Fan

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"Cmon cmon cmon!" Morgan shouted enthusiastically staring at the ball field. After his team scored he jumped excitedly with his group.

On the Alabama side everyone groaned. "Eat our shit roll tide!" Morgan shouted, his friends laughing.
There excitement was quickly crushed with Alabama scoring the winning point.

They kept their heads down on the walk out of the stadium. "Well shit, might as well go get drunk" Micheal suggested. "Hell why not"

They walked into the dim lit bar and were surrounded by various people from the stadium. Both sides, so there was bound to be some arguments.

Morgan sat down on the far right barstool and adjusted his ball cap before turning to the bartender.
"Just a whiskey shot, and then whatever mixed with Tito's." He ordered.

"Right on, I'll open a tab, what name?" The bartender asks. "Just put it as Wallen"

"Wallen, I like that" the blonde next to him mentioned. "Thanks miss Roll Tide" he smarted off.
"Damn, I was complimenting you" she blurted, turning back to her drink.

"Can't help it, your for Alabama"

"Only for the sake of my daddy" his eyes turned down to her bracelet, it had the Tennessee T on it.
"Vols bracelet? Witch team are you on blondie?"

"That's for the sake of my Uncle" she replies, glancing at said bracelet. "Hm"

"I like the mullet, I've never seen it suit anyone but you" she mentioned. "Thanks, your hairs nice too" he replied.
"Just got it done" she said, lightly caressing her hair.

Micheal approached and sat down next to Morgan. "Micheal this girl next to me is absolutely gorgeous, help me" he whispered as the blonde talked with her friends.

"She's wearing Roll Tide merch, your sure?" He mentioned. "Look at her, you think I'm kidding?" Morgan whispered back.

"Ask her what her name is" Micheal suggested. Morgan's confidence was gained with another shot before turning back to her. "What was your name?"

"Madison, and you?"

"Morgan"

He ended up talking with her for the next two hours until her friends closed their tabs.
"I've really gotta get going, but it was great meeting you Morgan"

"It was amazing meeting you too Madison, hopefully we'll see each other again" his hope was she would ask for his number.

"Shouldn't I give you my number? So we can keep in touch?" She asks. Morgan nodded happily as she grabbed a pen. "Just, write it on my arm, we ain't got nothin else"

As she wrote her number on his forearm her friend tugged at her other arm. "One sec" she mumbled.
On the last two digits of the number she was dragged by her friend.

"I've! Gotta! Go! We'll talk later Morgan!" She shouted, not realizing she didn't finish the number.
"Wait you didn't!" The bar door shut and she was gone.

"Finish the number.." he finished. Micheal put his hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Atleast you've got all but two numbers"

"How the hell will I ever run into her again"

"You'll see her I'm sure"

As Madison stumbled behind her friend she hopped into her jeep. She buckled her seatbelt and stared back at the bar as her friend started to drive.

"Who was that guy?" Her friend asks.

"Morgan, a guy from the game" she realized she still had the pen in her right hand and immediately began to panic. "I didn't finish the number"