Fake dating the captain
grooving to some upbeat track blasting from hidden speakers, and I swear, my jaw hit the ground, because holy shit, when had he organized that?
I mean I blurted out, "Teammates? A dance? Row, you hate dancing, you trip over your own feet at parties, how the hell did you pull this off without us knowing?" and Brett was cracking up now, slapping his knee, "Oh man, look at Jenkins over there, he's got moves like a drunk penguin, but points for effort Rowan, you dog, keeping secrets from your own crew?"
The team mates weren't his from the city, I guess it was just the rookies from the team here respecting their successful senior.
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