I'm taking the suggestion from kgoodw. Here's JJ and Reid at the Redskins game! I know next to nothing about football, so excuse me if I get the facts wrong.
"Hey JJ." Reid said, sliding into the seat next to JJ on the BAU jet. "So, I've got these tickets. They're for a football game." He whipped the tickets out of his messenger bag. The intention was for it to look suave and grand, but he ended up dropping the tickets on the floor.
JJ reached down and retrieved the tickets. "The Redskins? No flippin' way Reid! How'd you score these puppies?"
"I know a guy who knows a guy."
"What?"
"I know the quarterback. Went to high school with him. He got me these tickets." Reid examined the slips of paper. "Box seats. They're box seats."
"I'll go with you. I've always wanted to meet Jason Campbell."
"Sweet." He looked down at the tickets again. "I'll pick you up at six."
Later, game time.
Reid held a bucket of popcorn in his hands, eating it kernel by kernel like a gerbil, he looked extremely out of place among the rest of the spectators. He was dressed in his typical sweater vest, cardigan, khaki pants attire.
JJ meanwhile was decked out in full Redskins gear. Redskins t-shirt, Redskins sweatpants, Redskins socks, Redskins hat, Redskins thong, Redskins flipflops, Redskins gun holster, and Redskins sweatshirt. He held a Redskins mug of beer in one hand as they made their way up to the box seats. "Come on Reid! Show some team spirit! Cheer on your buddy!"
They showed their tickets at the door and were let into the box.
A few minutes later.
"WOOOO! GO REDSKINS! TOUCHDOWN! WOOO!" JJ exclaimed, beer sloshing out of her mug – which had already been refilled six times within a span of fifteen minutes. "TOUCH FREAKIN' DOWN!"
Reid just continued to munch on his popcorn like a gerbil. "JJ please. This is supposed to be a date. Gideon said so."
"A DATE?" JJ asked loudly, and drunkenly. "A DATE? I'LL SHOW YOU A DATE!"
With that, JJ climbed got out of her seat and climbed over the railing. Dropping down into the level below, she continued the task - much to the chagrin of the rest of the crowd – until she reached the field. She ran out into the middle during the halftime event and stole the microphone. She pointed up to Reid in the box. "SEE THAT SQUIRREL UP THERE? HE THINKS I'M ON A DATE WITH HIM! ISN'T THAT JUST HILARIOUS?"