Matthias loves when you come to his games. He'd have you go to all of them if it were possible, but sometimes you need breaks, especially with how many games he has to play at home and away each year. Today was one of those days he partially wished he'd had you stay home.

You were doing well with all of the sounds, lights, and people tonight. The sound dampeners he'd gotten you are working wonders on lessening the loud sounds and the flashing lights aren't so blinding today. As for the people, that isn't going so well. You'd unfortunately gotten a seat next to an especially drunk fan. They're rowdy, loud, and don't seem to care about getting into your personal space.

Matthias normally doesn't care much to look at the seats when he's on the ice. It's not easy when you're supposed to be focused on finding a small, black puck. That's why he always ensures you sit right in front of the glass. When he sees you, shrunken in your seat, and that person, drunk and obnoxious, he's less than happy. Matthias knows he shouldn't, that you'll probably be able to deal with it, but he can't stand seeing you like this. His team's ahead enough in points.

"Sit down and stop waving your damn cup around!" Matthias shouts at the drunk person on the other side of the glass.