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We headed down to grab some sandwiches and a cup of coffee.

"This is like being in church," Bam said softly.

I frowned at him in confusion until I realised what he was on about. We were usually a chatty bunch, but today everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.

I almost saw the cogs and wheels turning in everyone's head. Each focused on their own position, and the game of the guys who would immediately surround them. If they were anything like me, and I suspected they were, they were dreaming about it at night too.

We spent our whole lives living and breathing football, but this was next level.

I was nervous, but loving every minute of it.

"Just don't fart," I whispered back. "Everyone will hear it."

"Don't worry about that," Bam said with a smile. "I'll just tell everyone you did it."

I punched him on the arm.

He rubbed it, but his smile didn't even slightly fade. He'd do exactly that, and enjoy doing it.

"Would you do that in church?" I asked.

"Of course not, I'd never desecrate the Lord's house like that. And if I did, I'd blame it on my sister, Chantel." He grabbed a cheese and tomato sandwich and bit into the crust.

"Yep," I said, "that sounds like something you would do."

"Of course it is," he said around his sandwich. "I'm classy that way."

"That's one word for it." Chase reached around us to grab a sandwich of his own.

"You got another word for it?" Bam asked.

"I have plenty," Chase agreed. "But a gentleman doesn't talk when they're eating." He took a big bite of sandwich.

"Gentlemen don't." Bam agreed. "But what does that have to do with you?" He chuckled at his own joke.

Chase waved his finger at us, and said something incoherent.

"I think you offended him," I said jokingly.

Bam grinned more broadly than ever. "Excellent."

I laughed.

Chase managed to swallow his mouthful. "Has anyone told you you're a wise guy?" he said to Bam.

"It has long been acknowledged that I am a wise guy," Bam said. "I might go so far as to say, the wisest on the team."

"No one said he didn't have the healthiest ego on the team," Chase said to me.

"Yeah, but that's pretty high yardstick," I pointed out.

"Lucky I'm humble then." Chase pretended to fluff the back of his hair.

"Humble, my ass," Bam said. "You're gonna make me die laughing at how humble you are not."

"At least you'll die happy," Chase said.

"No I won't,” Bam said. "I won't die happy until I get to put glitter in someone's shoes."