Tyler wasn't sure about coming over to watch the game when he's first gotten invited, but his brother Jeff insisted on it, and he didn't have anything else to do anyway. He'd never been to a real football party before - only sitting around the television with his dad and a few random neighbors and eating Fritos. Now almost an hour and two beers later, he was feeling relaxed and glad he'd decided to tag along after all. Drinks, football, and a great view.<br/><br/>He grabbed a shot glass and swallowed the contents all at once. Ugh, the burn, like he imagined drinking flavored rubbing alcohol would be. Tyler forced himself not to make a face and put the glass back down as fast as he could, hoping that someone would be lagging behind him. As he sat back down, he glanced down at Jessica's chest, trying not to be too obvious. Damn. He wondered idly if his chances of scoring were any better than the Seahawks, then realized that he was still staring, and made himself turn his eyes back to the television.