Recently, a match was played at your local pitch. Your local team was winning, and so your best friend, Courtney, had the perfect plan: go to the closest bar and pray that they ended up going there.

It sounds crazy, and yet somehow she was always correct. Against your will, she had dressed you up and done your makeup, as well as her own.

The bar was overpriced and had somewhat of a nice atmosphere that made up for it. You already noticed other women here to do the exact same thing Courtney was doing.

Truth be told, you wanted to ring her neck for dragging you here. Until you saw them. It made your eyes roll with annoyance; you understand they were rowdy after a win, but nothing is more agitating than men after their egos had just been inflated.

And you best believe Courtney made her way straight over to them.