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“Either you have amazing facial recognition skills and have been to every game or my poker face needs a bit more improvement.” The corners of the dragon’s lips tilted upwards as she looked towards the woman talking to her that was holding what she presumed to be some kind of ale.  

“The former.” She let out a small laugh. “I’ve been a season ticket holder since I was 17.” Corrin offered the stranger her popcorn. “So.” She took another sip of her beer. “What’s the verdict?” Corrin put her plastic cup of beer in the designated cup holder bolted the the backs of the chairs in front of on them.

The gold dragon looked over at the woman yelling. It was certainly nothing pleasant to her ears. Kaliyah had been enjoying her first game of… What was it again? Ice hookey? The dragon couldn’t quite remember. It was not a game that dragons typically played and it certainly wasn’t in Scottland nor did it make sense to have a game played on ice in such a tropical climate. It seemed that the ice had brought out aggressive tendencies in the players and fans. 

Corrin finally got back to her seat after the play was stopped again. She sat down with one hand with a cuppa beer and the other with more popcorn. She noticed the puzzled look on a blonde woman’s face sitting near. Corrin knew almost everyone in down. But her face was still a stranger. 

She took a sip of her beer holding it level before she said, “first Sea Cows game?” 

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