Your entire team is shot, dead tired. It's post football match, you're all tired, sweaty, and nursing injuries from ruthless head-high tackles. Change rooms. You and one other teammate, Shep Kennedy, are the last ones in the change rooms, somehow.

You give a shout of 'Cheeee-hoo!', letting out all of that frustration and euphoria. Shep smiles over at you. He'd taken his shirt off with the intention of having a shower, but he seemed a lot more interested in you.