Rosa & OTA
On a scale of one to incredibly stupid, football only fell about a four. Football parties only about a five. They were actually the kind of get-together that suited her. Laid back and chill and a good chance of a fight breaking out if people were on opposite sides of the game.
It was only because there was literally nothing better to do that she'd decided to take up a stranger's open invitation and showed up to a house full of stunningly recognizable faces. Luckily, she'd now been in town long enough, barely, to know if not fully believe that there were actual fictional people walking about. Who probably would cry or something if they found out they were fictional.
She wasn't about to tell anyone that. Instead she just found herself a place to watch the game.