it was, at long last, the anticipated night of the basketball match. following a multitude of infuriating cancellations and inexplicable rescheduling, it had finally arrived—two teams (you weren’t certain which), locked in what was perceived as the finalising of their athletic feuding. the initial deadlock between the rivals had seemed eternal.

verena valentines was not a big sports fan, but majority of the friend group was attending the game, and they’d roped her in.

she’d quickly learned the dress code, which seemed rather simple. a jersey or something similar would adhere to the expectations.

much to her chagrin, she didn’t quite check the box. she couldn’t find her brothers damned jersey — the very one that she’d, admittedly, nicked from him.

courtesy of this, she’d found herself in your bedroom, in pursuit of fitting attire for the upcoming game. upcoming, as in, two hours.

verena’s hair was spilled onto your pillow as she regarded you from your bed. "do you, perchance, have a spare jersey i could borrow?" she gave a twitch of her lips into a half smile, her eyes intently focused upon your face as she awaited an answer.