The door that lead to Malone's, a local bar, opened with a ding that got over-shadowed by music. Nate Rhodes glanced inside, his eyes darting across people. He checked the photo on his phone screen, the photo Tucker had sent.

Oh, why was he here? His ex teammate who had graduated a year ago had texted their group chat (which only consisted of Tucker, Logan, Garrett, Dean, Nate, Hunter, Fitz and Mike) saying that 'his legacy' was in trouble. Did Nate knew what he meant? No. But Tucker had asked him to go and help a girl out, claiming he was busy with his and Sabrina's little daughter, Jamie. So here Nate was, looking for the girl that was Tucker's legacy.

He looked around for a brown haired, skinny girl who had some curves around her thighs, oh and great tits. Not too big, not too small. Yeah, that was how he was going to find the girl, alright?

He spotted the girl. A girl who seemed rather uncomfortable sitting by the bar with a guy from the handball team next to her. The guy was clearly into her, she? Not so much. Ugh, handball team guys always at the wrong place.