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Rick's apartment looked like a fiesta waiting to happen, even on a normal day.  The kitchen was painted a chili red normally seen on sports cars, with food and drinks piled buffet-style on the island and the counter bar, and plenty of team-colored cups and plates to go around.  The living room itself was painted a bright golden yellow, and for this occasion, had banners of GREEN DAY PACKERS and PITTSBURGH STEELERS draped in the empty spaces between artwork.   At least 15 people's worth of sofas, chairs, and oversized floor-pillows were arranged between the living room and kitchen combined.  The wide-screen television in the corner of the living room possessed nearly an altar-like feel to it - today, even though Rick was the host, the TV was the central star. 

The hallway even had a few card tables scattered through it, with bowls of popcorn and junk food to accompany the playing cards and poker chips.  A radio sat out there as well, blaring off stats and scores so truly, nobody could miss a touchdown on that floor if they tried.  Though perhaps one could duck into the other open rooms on the floor - one with exquisite food smells wafting out of it, and the other loud with the squeals of slain assassins.

Rick himself works through the rooms and crowds, greeting new arrivals, chatting, and porting food from Pia's room around.  Between the black Steeler's jersey, yellow Nikes, and black and yellow greasesmarks under his eyes and his unsinkable grin, his own investment in the Superbowl is impossible to miss.