He laughs at his sweaty friends, tearing off his sweat-soaked jersey in the locker room.

Emmett had just finished a football game, and won, as the Torpedoes always do.

He takes deep, heavy breaths as he laughs, smirking smugly.

"Good game, as always," He grins. "Calls for a celebration. Who agrees?!" He announces, laughing and slapping one of his bare buddies on the back.

They all cheer, and he chuckles.