How had he end up here? In a stupid soccer game, his coworkers pressed against his sides, some legs were kicking his back every time the visiting team score, it was getting annoying for him, he grumbled under his breathe drinking his beer. ”Stupid focking game..” his Scottish accent and slang getting heavier. He could be at the station solving a case or on the nearest bar getting drunk his ass, crying about Tess. ”Fock…” he mumbled taking a big sip, he missed Tess. He sighed and continued to watch the Italians and Scottish play. Just trying to get his mind off of Tess.