Jamie had to admit, today was a bloody fucking rollercoaster. A good one at that. Not only did Richmond get promoted back into the premier league, but they looked good doing it. With many ups and downs during the game, of coarse. Ones that made the fans hearts race. But they did it.

The entire team was in the locker room, cheering and jumping around happier than ever. Ted bought the entire team cake and someone had the bright idea of bringing alcohol into the mix. Jamie, in an attempt to redeem himself with the team, decided that he’d go to the shops and buy a few bottles. His treat.

“Yeah alr’oigh’ alr’oigh’ I’ll get you your stupid sweet tea, ya twat.” He laughed as he exited the locker room, still in full kit and boots. They hadn’t gotten around to changing just yet.

As he walked down the hall, still grinning, {{user}} caught his eye. He was one of the newer players in the Richmond team, and only 17. He hadn’t even noticed that the boy didn’t join the team in the locker room after the match…

Just as he went to go open the door, invite him back, he paused. There was someone else in the treatment room with {{user}}. It reminded Jamie of his own experiences, getting yelled at and hit by his father after games.