Jeff usually ended up on Steve's house every Sunday, the occasional Monday, Thursday, Saturday... Tonight was a Monday Night Football matchup between their team, the Seahawks, and the 49ers. Jeff groaned as Justin Forsett got stuffed up the middle, and he gladly took a shot of Jack from Steve, one of his best friends. "We're not getting the first, so..." He downed the shot, not even wincing as the seemingly hot liquid rushed down his throat. His shot glass clinked down on the table. Jeff had intended to take it easy tonight, but they were playing the hated Niners, and already he had gone through several beers and a few shots. He was still good to drive, if he had to, but Jeff intended to sleep on Steve's couch tonight anyways. Tonight, for the first time, his little brother Tyler had come to join him for man's night. He had never seen Ty properly drunk, and since his brother enjoyed football nearly as much as he, he had coerced the 18 year old into joining.<br/><br/>When Jess stood in front of the tv and lightly gave his brother a slap, he was a little annoyed, not by the slap, which was just playful, but by the fact that she was blocking the TV. He leaned over the table with his long arms and grabbed her by the hips, pushing her to the side. "You've got nice tits, and a big old ass, one that's pretty good at blocking the screen, Jessy," he mumbled. "Hey, does anyone want pizza?" He asked curiously. He was godawful hungry, but couldn't vouch for the rest.<br/><br/>At that very moment, Matt Hasselbeck took a 5 step drop and threw a literal bullet to TJ Houshmandzadeh, who streaked down the sideline for the score. Jeff crushed the beer can in his hand as he leapt to his feet, hooting and hollering. "Fuck yeah!"