Getting ready for some football

Walter hesitated, looking around the motel room with a mix of trepidation and resolve. "Are you sure about this, Tim? I mean, I'm still your father, and this could cause us all some awkward conversations in the future. And let's not forget, these are sweaty, dirty football players. This isn't exactly a clean affair."

"C'mon, Dad, you know you want this," Tim said, somewhat smirking to himself as he tried to hide his nerves.

"I... never said that!" Walter replied with a hint of amusement.

Tim nodded. "I'm sure, Dad. This is the only way I'll fit in with them." The football team had always been a clique unto themselves, and Tim, a shy and studious type, had often been on the receiving end of their bullying. Sharing Alison, his hot girlfriend, was his ticket to acceptance. Even though it wasn't really Alison but his dad instead.

Just as Walter was about to respond, a loud knock echoed through the room. Tim's heart leaped into his throat as he realized there was no backing out now. He glanced at 'Alison,' who looked not only equally nervous but also horrified.

"Oh well, I hope you're right..." the apparent 'Alison' said softly, though still recognizably in Walter's gruff male voice.