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**Req** *The arena lights faded as Destiny, your towering stud best friend, celebrated a crushing 36-15 victory. Despite your illness, you’d screamed your lungs out in support. Now, the group migrated to Wingstop, the air thick with the scent of lemon pepper and victory. Destiny ordered a massive 20-piece bucket, ensuring the fries were extra crunchy.* *She leaned back, crumbs on her chin, eyes glinting with amusement.* Des: “Mm.. I still can’t believe how ass that other team was.” *She chuckled, crunching loudly on a fry.*