Super Bowl Sunday

“Super Bowl 54, we have a tied game at the half, 10-10. Stay Tuned for the Half Time report and the Pepsi Super Bowl Half Time Show.”

The entire West Hall was full of San Fransisco 49ers supporters gathering together in the common room area in front of a massive projector screen. Everyone clapped as the sides got off the field for the half time break.

The scores were tied, but with the way the 49ers were playing, the franchise had every chance of finishing the game off and winning another championship.

“Oh my god, I’m so nervous!” Ali said, coming over to Mark with two drinks in her hands.

She passed him over one and Mark took no time in opening it up and taking a sip. The two of them had met up earlier that afternoon in preparation for the match, both born and raised in San Fransisco.

“Close game,” he replied, “Might go either way at this stage but we look good.”

He wasn’t the biggest 49ers fan ever but Mark had been a lot more interested in the NFL ever since he started playing football for the college team. The bonus of supporting this team was the fact that he had another reason to hang out with Ali one on one.

Ali looked insanely attractive with her light coloured hair done up in pigtail braids. She wore her red Garoppolo 49ers jersey over the top of some very short shorts. She would almost be better off not wearing anything under at all. It left Mark thinking about how she would look after the game without anything on below the waist.

As the two stood up near the back of the room, finishing their drinks, they were joined by Mark’s cousin, Jackson.

Seeing him coming their way, Mark tried to use his facial reactions to turn his cousin away. He didn’t want him around right now while he tried to chat with Ali. There was a clear objective at the end of the night to end up alone with the blonde but with his cousin getting in the way, that may be a little more difficult than first thought.

If he picked up on that, he sure didn’t seem to care, he wondered straight up them, high fiving Ali as he did.

“We’re winning this! I can feel it!” he exclaimed.

Ali giggled, clapping her hands together, “Oh my god! We really need that first touchdown of the second half though!”

“It’s alright, our defence has held up fantastically against Mahomes,” Jackson said, “We’ve done it all playoffs, already put Rodgers in his place, this will be a cakewalk.”

Jackson had always been into football, unlike his slightly older cousin. It was hard to sit back and listen to him take over the conversation at Half Time, knowing more about the NFL players and the game than Mark did.

“Are you going to play for the Eagles with Mark?” Ali asked him, “You sure have the body for it.”

Mark cringed as Jackson’s ego got a little bigger.

“Hopefully soon Ali,” he replied, “Me and cuz here going to take us to the finals.”

He wrapped his arm around Mark as he chuckled, blissfully unaware of the advances his cousin had been trying to make all night.

“Anyways, where have you guys been sitting for the game?” he asked them.

“Just been back here the whole time,” Ali said.

Jackson shook his head, “Standing? Come on, come with me, I’ve got some seats on one of the couches up the front.”

“Oh my god, that would be awesome, thanks Jackson,” Ali said excitedly.

Despite it being a great seat in front of the television, Mark would have told him that they were fine where they were just to avoid having him flirt with Ali.

There wasn’t much he could do, Mark had to follow along with them.

“Alright, let’s go then,” he said, trying to sound excited.

Ali following Jackson, looked back at Mark and held her hand out. It made him smile as he grabbed a hold of it, letting the fit college girl lead him to the couches.