Enterprise Center, St Louis, Missouri, Saturday Afternoon

[pocketpretzels]

After they'd found their seats- nothing extravagant, though also not high up in the nosebleeds, but something reasonable in the lower bowl- Watts had almost immediately sprung back up to head to the concessions, coming back several minutes later with popcorn, nachos, a pretzel, a beer, a glass cup of wine, and two hot dogs (all beef, he'd checked). How was he managing to carry all that? Good question, don't worry about it.

"I wasn't certain what sort of fixings you'd care for," Watts said, as he handed the beer and one of the hot dogs to Marc. "So I brought some of everything." From a pocket, he produced ketchup and mustard packets, as well as several condiment cups with things like onions, hot peppers, and whatever else one might put on a hot dog.

Had Marc requested any of that? Possibly not, but he was getting it anyway.

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[pocketpretzels]

Except now Watts was frowning slightly. "Is there something wrong with my attire?"

Well, it certainly wasn't a typical 'afternoon at the hockey arena' outfit.

[hasaknightjob]

"It's not always socks," Marc explained. "Could be any item of clothing somebody gets attached to if they think it helps the streak."