EPOV

I am not exactly sure why I showed up to this thing after all. It was like we were celebrating our own failure. I guess I should be over it by now, but I was still monumentally pissed off we didn't even make the play-offs. So now some of our sorry excuse for a football team was huddled in Long Shadow's ridiculous entertainment room about to watch the Superbowl on a large as fuck screen, pretending like everything is hunky-dory. Everything is NOT hunky-dory. And I think someones gold digger of a wife is trying to hit on me, I am not even sure whose wife it is, but she definitely has a massive rock on her finger. For all these girls practically screaming 'if you like it you should have put a ring on it,' they certainly don't knock off their slutty ways after you put a ring on said finger. Reason #542 why I am never getting married. Anyways I don't try and court trouble so I will be staying away from that crazy bitch the rest of the party...why was I at this party again? Oh yeah, I thought it maybe more team camaraderie or some bullshit like that might help for next year. I am pretty much willing to try anything at this point, but this is still painful. I guess I should go mingle or some shit, I mean that's what I am here for right? Otherwise I could have just stayed home...Fuck I should have just stayed home!

Walking up to Alcide I overhear him talking to Quinn. The topic is one of the more pathetic players on our team. Bill Compton. Hero in his own mind, but really just a run of the mill receiver. I could either take him or leave him on the field, but his social skills are what he really lacked. He was like that kid in high school who always hung out on the fringe of the popular crowd trying to ingratiate him self in. Mostly the group ignored him except to laugh at him behind his back. Juvenile maybe, but it's just how things work.

"Did you hear Compton has a new girl friend now, she's pretty fuck hot too, I am not sure how he pulled that off." Quinn was commenting.

"Well you know how these woman are they don't really care what you look like and how much of a creeper you are as long as you lace up your cleats on Sunday, fucking gold digging bitches." Alcide has been burned before, his on again off again girlfriend Debbie is a complete gold-digging whore. For some inexplicable reason she has managed to get her hooks in my boy over and over again. Every time he tries to break away she pulls a new stunt to get him back on the line and paying her bills. The last little trick was a fake pregnancy. But I think that she overplayed her hand on that one, while it did get him to propose to her when he finally figured out the deal he put her out (fingers crossed) for good. He is probably one of the few guys on the team more jaded than me about woman, but really he has a pretty good reason to be.

"Yeah, but rumor has it she didn't even know he played until they went out, some shit about she lives the cemetery across from his great uncle and he met her when he went to his uncle's funeral." I don't know why Quinn is all up in Bill's business about this.

"What does she do?"

"Waitress I think."

"That's what I mean gold digging bitches." Alcide practically shouted, getting a little too worked up if you ask me.

I decide to interject my two cents, "Do you know the number of times I have been offered head in the bathroom from the waitress, but I guess if your Bill you got to get it anyway you can. Are they coming tonight? I bet one of us can pull her away from that dweeb before half-time."

Alcide and Quinn crack up because they know that's how these woman are. They will claim they love you just to get invited to a party where there are bigger fish in the sea. Fortunately for me I am the biggest fish in this particular sea. Sure there are a couple of bigger names out there in the world of professional sports, but combine my throwing arm, unusual size (6'5'' is pretty tall even for a QB), and Swedish good looks and I am pretty much a marketers wet dream, therefore I am one of the highest paid athletes in the world. Hence the biggest fish in this sea. I am sure if I even look this girls way she would launch herself from Compton's side and be in front of me faster than Harvin can run the 50 yrd dash, and that's pretty fucking fast.

The more I think about it the more I think this might be fun. There really is no love loss between me and Compton as it is. He's a second string receiver who keeps on dropping my passes whenever he does make it off the bench. Therefore I am not really worried about creating bad blood there, and if his girl friend is really fuck hot, then it is better than what I had planned for tonight, which is pretty much sulking in the corner. Fuck, I really need to let this season go! Ok, plan of action: flirt with Compton's girl, go home early, get up early and start preparing for next season. A year from now I hope some other assholes are watching us play in this game, that would be so epic.

SPOV

Ugh I don't know why I agreed to come out for this. I mean it's just a stupid Superbowl party, why I had to fly half way across the country will never make sense to me. Bill wants me to start getting to know the other wives and girlfriends of his teammates but I have a sneaking suspicion that I am not going to have a lot in common with them. The fact that he is proud of me and wants to show me off to his friends is the only reason I agreed to do this. Now looking at what I have packed in my suitcase I am really at a loss as to what to wear. I mean usually for a Superbowl party I would just wear a sports T-shirt and jeans, but I doubt the other WaG's will be that dressed down. I finally decide on my standard 'when all else fails wear a sundress' look, because it can be construed anywhere from kinda dressy to kinda dressed down depending on the context, and if I throw a little of my southern charm out there everyone just thinks it looks 'just right' no matter the situation. So a white sundress with little red flowers and a pair of red flats it is.

I am so not looking forward to this. If there is one thing I learned from my brief time at LSU is that football players have ego's the size of the stadium they play in, and the kind of woman that chase after them, well Gran taught me if you don't have anything nice to say about someone don't say anything at all. Here goes nothing, hope it's not as painful as I am anticipating!

A/N This is my first fanfic, thanks for reading!