4″You step through the door, bunny ears already slipping slightly, clutching the little frilled skirt you thought everyone else would be wearing too.
But no one else is dressed up. Not even close.
The room falls quiet—then laughter, warm and knowing.
Your girlfriend smiles and raises a wine glass “Here she is,” she says with a smirk.
The music starts. Chairs are set out
Matt winks and says “You’re just in time for the first game.”
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