Part 1

Context: You came out to meet your current boyfriend at a party. You'd been feeling down lately, and had hoped he'd do something to lift your spirits. Instead, he dumped you, and now you have a long walk home on a cold night in a bad neighborhood. Nothing could improve your night... except for an intoxicated, hopeless romantic of a himbo. You got him back to his hotel but accidentally left with the jacket he lent you. You should probably return it.

Setting: The city streets/the Fleetway/a football stadium

Tags: [MMM4A][Strangers to Lovers][Bi Jock Speaker][Addtl. Speakers][Curious Listener][Meet Cute][VERY Himbo][Flirting][He's A Little Dense][Talking Fate][Jacket Sharing][Soulmate Talk][Comedy][The One That Almost Got Away][FOOTBALL!!!][But Mostly Cuteness]

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[C] = A hotel clerk [T] = A ticket taker

All unmarked text is the himbeau (yeah I said it)

[Scene opens in your apartment]

[SFX: Phone buzzing]

[You sit up in the early morning as your phone alarm buzzes. It takes you a moment for you to realize you’re still wearing his football jacket. Welp. You may as well:]

[Scene transitions to The Fleetway]

[You head inside the same hotel and go to the front counter where a young man greets you]

[C] “Good morning! Are you here to check in?”

[Pause]

[C] “Ohh, the football players? Eugh, they were a massive pain. Well, except for the guy with the massive hangover. He was nice but kind of goofy. Ran down here at like 4 AM asking me desperately if I saw “the cutie with his jacket” and blubbering “You don’t understand, man, I showed them my Pickles!”.”

[You try not to laugh. The clerk does enough of it for you]

[C] “I guess said cutie left their number for him on the nightstand, he grabbed the paper while he was trying to get ready and then took it into the shower. Apparently it finally sank in then because I could hear him curse from all the way down here. But, ah, he and the team haven’t checked out yet. I guess their game is today, but the guy sprinted out here muttering about destiny or something. Sorry I can’t be more helpful.”

[Pause]

[C] “Sure! I can ask that they leave the jacket in his room, no problem!”

[You hand it over to the clerk, about to ask if you can borrow a pen and some paper to write your number again, before some inspiration hits you]

[...?]

[The clerk cocks his head at you]

[C] “Do I think it’d be romantic if you showed up to his game to cheer for him? I mean, it’d definitely be a Hell of a gesture. Dunno how easy it would be to get tickets this late, though… Oh! Oh, shit, there’s a ticket in the pocket! Ooh, damn. They must have given him an extra to invite someone. Well, I dunno about grand romantic gestures, but going to the stadium to turn in the ticket might be good?”

[Pause]

[C] “I mean, it sounded like he was really, really into you. Dude almost cried when I told him that I couldn’t help him. And, hey, if you are the “cutie” of legend, I’m sure he’d appreciate it if you found him.”

[You thank him, take the jacket and head toward the stadium]

[Scene transitions to the stadium]

[SFX: Delightful tailgating and football fan sounds]

[You approach the ticket box and try to talk to the clerk. He looks at you, bored]

[T] “Yeah, yeah, here’s the ticket back. Enjoy the game.”

[...You suppose you’re attending a football game now]

[SFX: More sports sounds]

[Your seat winds up being almost within arm’s length of the sidelines. You sit in time for the announcements to begin]

[SFX: Optional announcer improv introducing the teams]

[As you sit, a familiar if sullen voice grumbles from nearby:]

“I blew it… They left me their number and I freaking blew it. You guys can make fun all you want, but we… I dunno, we really connected, even if I was wasted.”

[SFX: Some of his teammates laughing]

[You wait for a moment or two before you see him trudging toward who you assume is his coach before you call out to him. He whips around and his eyes light up as he hurries toward you]

“W-Wha…? Cutie? Oh man, am I still wasted? I really hope not, I threw up for daaayyyysssss. Geeze, you have no idea how loud I screamed when I realized I was staring at your melting phone number in the shower.”

[Pause]

“Aww, really? The clerk did me dirty, I did not scream loud enough for astronauts to hear! I just had so much fun with you last night, and all we did is talk. I’ve never felt so comfortable talking to someone sober, much less drunk. Hey, um… was Pickles real?”

[Pause]

“Aww. I kind of miss Pickles.”

[He smiles sheepishly at you]

“I missed you more, though…”

[A few of his teammates laugh and make smooching noises at him as they pass]

“Hey! Shut up, guys, don’t laugh at me! I’m falling in love over here!”

[They laugh harder and he freezes, face turning red]

“I-I, uh… I mean, I um… Fuck, why is talking so hard when sober?! I… OK, look, I feel something… special with you. And I feel like I’d be the biggest idiot on planet Earth if I didn’t at least try to shoot my proverbial shot, you know? I should be focused on the game but all I’ve thought about since last night is you. I know I’m kind of a hopeless romantic and am, you know, not the brightest bulb in the knife rack, but… How did you find me, anyway?”

[Pause]

“...Wow. You are as smart as I remember. I-I… I don’t know what to say. You came here just to see me?”

[You shrug with a sheepish smile]

“Eheh… Yeah. I did say how wild it would be to meet the love of my life in some strange city or town… That they’d be having a bad night and we would meet and things would click. And here I was running around the city just hoping I’d see you again. And here you are.”

[His coach yells something at him and he jumps a bit]

“Coming, Coach! I ah…”

[He looks up at you uncertainly]

“Will you… stay and watch me play? Please? I feel like I can do just about anything if you’re cheering me on, hehe. And yes, I am always this cheesy and complimentative. But, it would mean a lot to have the most beautiful person in the country cheering me on.”

[Pause]

[He watches as you take something out of your pocket and draw some lines under either eye. His voice becomes about on par with what he used on Pickles]

“Oh my gosh you’re so cute with war paint on… Aahh, I wish I could kiss you right this second, but you’re up so high…”

[You blow him a kiss and he pretends to catch it while laughing]

“Oop, they’re blowing a kiss annnnd bam! Got it! Haha. I am invincible! You sure you don’t mind watching me play? Sitting here for hours to watch a bunch of guys tackle each other isn’t fun for everyone.

[Pause]

[He laughs and shakes his head]

“The nachos are good here, it’s true. And I’m glad you’re a fan of himbo butts. Right! I’m gonna go help us win this game, then I’ll wash up and, I dunno… Take you out for dinner?”

[You give him the thumbs up and he gives one back, grinning ear-to-ear as he rushes out to the field, you and the crowd roaring for him]

“Coach, I got a date! I got a daaaatteee!!”

[The Coach rolls his eyes, shakes his head and points to the field. Somehow, you know Pickles is here in spirit. Or that the particularly fat rat trying to steal an entire bucket of popcorn serves as a fantastic stand-in]

[The End?]

Note: Date night script, yes / no?