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Mar 4, 2020 11:07:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2020 11:07:40 GMT -7
The busiest day of the season had arrived: the British and Irish Quidditch League finals between Yorkshire and Wimbourne. As much as the match was an enjoyable occasion, it was also a source of considerable stress, though Tamatha Berg was determined to pull it off without a hitch. Her job as a Quidditch News Coordinator for the league required her to be in constant communication with everyone on her team to ensure that everything was going smoothly at all times. There was no margin for error, nor would she allow herself to do anything halfway.
Ensuring that the match would be viewed positively in light of the Hag's Fever outbreak was paramount. Journalists with every major outlet in Britain and Ireland were there. The fans had turned up for the match, too, in spite of the concerns over potential illness. Tamatha had done everything in her power to avoid falling ill. She would be on her feet until well after the match was over, working in the background; catching anything would have been a nightmare.
The commentators were due to kick off the match in half an hour, and Tamatha found herself moving through a crowd of spectators who had stopped to look at the selection of souvenirs. "Sorry," she apologized, weaving through them. Between her press badge and the charm of her being half-Veela, she hoped, it would be a non-issue.
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Jul 19, 2020 19:33:55 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Jul 19, 2020 19:33:55 GMT -7
▲ ‘All hands on deck’ is what his editor had drilled into all of their heads for the last week. There were no excuses for being sick, late, or even dawdling with a piece that needed to get out. Grey now realized that the last six months as a full-time reporter had been nothing compared to this. It was absolute madness, and the amount of time he spent traveling back and forth between practice pitches, interview sites, and the office was unreal. The second his head hit his pillow, it felt like his alarm was already going off and he was back sitting in front of a panel of players and experts, grilling them about the odds of the match or how teeth would be knocked out of each individual’s mouth by the conclusion of the match. He had seen the statistics of past years already and had committed to memory the more absurd ones, like the lost teeth. Apparently these were the types of things that stat nuts and card collectors enjoyed debating about. All he wanted to do was write about Quidditch. Finally it was the day of the Championship match though, and there was a renewed surge of energy in him. He had the weekend off, thank Merlin, so all he had to do was make it through the match and the ensuing article crunch for the next day and the weekend edition of the paper. The Prophet had kitted him out with a litany of high quality self-writing pens and notebooks, as well as several cameras for close-ups if he managed to get them. He was far from a photographer (and there were loads of them for the Prophet floating around already), but his editor claimed it was more of a safety net for the paper. It was better to give one to everyone in the off chance they caught something really good. So far he had conducted a handful of interviews with other professional players he managed to corner, and took crowd photos. Filler pictures were always needed, right? He was in the process of snapping one of the Wimbourne Wasp’s mascot posing with fans when he felt someone bump into his back. It wasn’t the first time this had happened tonight – the stadium was beyond crowded. While not a horrid distraction, it did cause him to lose focus on the photo he was snapping. The woman that seemed to be the cause of it was apologizing as she moved through the crowd, and Grey was pretty sure he recognized her from somewhere. There wasn’t a name to the face, but he was almost positive that she worked for one of the teams. A spokesperson maybe. Deciding to half-ass the picture of the fans with the Wasp, Grey quickly thanked them and chased after the woman, running into many more people than she had. “Excuse me,” he yelled at her as he managed to find a gap that let him run up adjacent to her. “What team are you with? I’m with the Prophet,” Grey flashed his press badge up at her while simultaneously fumbling the lens cap to his camera. The more he could get on record, the more he could provide to the team when he got back to the office tonight. @tamatha ● 548 ● Friday I'm In Love by Phoebe Bridgers MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jul 19, 2020 23:20:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2020 23:20:29 GMT -7
Quidditch coverage made for an interesting life, though Tamatha was grateful that she wasn't the one responsible for writing up articles anymore. Working for a sleepy Canadian town's tiny newspaper was nothing compared to what she was doing with her life. It might not have been "Tammy Berg gets exclusive interview with renowned Quidditch Seeker" then or now, but being busy kept her kept her from feeling as though she was going to lose her mind.
The fans at the stadium were a different story. She didn't hold anything against them; they were there for the love of the sport and probably one of the two teams playing in the day's match, but she had to wonder why it was that people acted like a bunch of lemmings when in a large enough crowd. No one bothered to pay attention to their surroundings, and that only made her job harder. Technically, she was getting paid to avoid colliding with anyone, but it wasn't what she was there for. Some crowd control would have been welcome.
As she made her way from the bulk of the crowd and into an area that was relatively easier to navigate without running into anybody or stepping on anyone's heels, Tamatha could hear someone yelling after her. "Excuse me." She wasn't sure if she was being catcalled—not the first time—or if she had dropped something, but she soon found herself with another holder of a press badge by her side.
He was a younger kid whom Tamatha realized she had seen on a few occasions. "What team are you with?" he asked her. "I'm with the Prophet." He held up his badge—while simultaneously fumbling with the camera he was carrying, she noted—and she could see that he wasn't bluffing. That also explained why she had seen him around. Aside from the few specialty Quidditch publications, the Daily Prophet was most people's news source for Quidditch.
Tamatha slowed her pace slightly so that he wasn't racing to keep up. Even in heels, she moved more quickly than most, but there really wasn't an option when there was so much going on at once. "Tammy Berg. I'm a news coordinator for the league itself," Tamatha replied, holding out her badge to the side so that the kid—Grey, his badge said—could see it. "You looking for someone?"
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Aug 30, 2020 16:37:38 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Aug 30, 2020 16:37:38 GMT -7
▲ He almost couldn’t believe his luck. The woman was the actual news coordinator for the league! That was even better than getting a correspondent for one of the teams. He had bumped into a few of the league employees over the last few months during matches and practices, and they were infinitely more malleable to his requests than team employees were. Which made sense, since all the information had to go through the correct paths before it ended up in his notebook and to the newspaper. While he technically wasn’t hooked up with a press pass that could get him behind the scenes (seniority unfortunately existed amidst the Prophet), he could definitely try his luck here and see what he could do. “Pleasure. Grey Slater,” he responded, taking note of her own badge and name, Tammy Berg, before letting his fall back to hanging from his neck. “Yeah I’m actually slated to get down to the locker rooms to take pictures of the teams as they come out. You know how it is. Prophet doesn’t care about anything Quidditch related until playoffs season.” Not that he really knew either, this being his first year on the detail. Years of reading the paper had sort of prepared him for the sort of things he would be writing, but there was so much wasted potential when it came down to it. There were dozens of articles and briefs he had already written up and the paper never used. Thus was the life of a rookie reporter, apparently. “You wouldn’t happen to know the fastest way, would you? I think I’ve got-” he turned his wrist over to look at his watch, “Like ten minutes to get down there, and I have no idea where the entrance is.” While technically he could have asked any employee of the stadium where to go, his pass also didn’t get him that far down. If he had Tammy Berg, league news coordinator, lead him down though, it was almost a sure thing. Snapping a few pictures down at that level would definitely look good for him, and he would at least have something to show the editor when he went back to the office later. @tamatha ● 369 ● Lonely Jones by Post Animal MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 1, 2020 19:52:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2020 19:52:10 GMT -7
"Pleasure. Grey Slater," he replied, introducing himself. Grey continued, explaining that he was meant to be go to the locker rooms to take photos of the teams as they came out onto the pitch. "You know how it is," he added, mentioning that the Daily Prophet didn't actually care about anything Quidditch-related until playoffs season.
Since it wasn't specifically a sports publication, they only really needed to focus on the sports section of the paper the majority of the time, Tamatha supposed. Quidditch was popular, though, without a doubt. Now that it was the finals for the British and Irish League, they weren't about to lose an opportunity for coverage.
"You wouldn’t happen to know the fastest way, would you? I think I’ve got"—Grey checked with her, and then he also checked his watch—"like ten minutes to get down there, and I have no idea where the entrance is."
While Tamatha was also rushing around, she felt sort of bad at the thought of leaving him to find his way there on his own. Given her Veela blood, there was always the chance that he would somehow find his way back to her rather than to where he needed to be, which wouldn't be terrific for her productivity. She couldn't exactly spend the rest of the day trying to fend him off, though at least he didn't seem to be falling head over heels for her.
Besides, the Veela charm could also work to her advantage. Even if she wound up a little bit behind on her own schedule, she could get out of it without a problem. She was busy, but she wasn't heartless enough to let a kid get eaten alive by his superiors at the newspaper.
"Yeah," Tamatha nodded. She could get him down there. Obviously, if the players were still getting ready or strategizing, it wouldn't be straightforward, but he would be able to get down to the pitch level before the gameplay started. "I've got you. Follow me."
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Sept 16, 2020 21:23:51 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Sept 16, 2020 21:23:51 GMT -7
▲ He didn’t really think it would work. Bumping into (or being bumped?) one of the league news coordinators was definitely some weird twist of fate he hadn’t taken into account that morning, and probably not by his editor either. If he could get access to areas he wasn’t allowed into without a higher level clearance, then that would only look good for him. He had sort of done the same thing at Mungo’s a few months earlier, and while he eventually got kicked out, his sister sort of gave him the information he needed in the end. If he played all of his cards correctly with this Tammy Berg, who knew where he would end up in the facility by the end of the match. Plus, giving a surprise for whatever Prophet reporter was stationed down by the locker rooms would be hilarious. There was no way they could get mad at him for being innovative. He sort of hoped it was Beatrice, because she would probably give him actual work to do as a reward for making it that far. Making sure his camera was secure and lens cap on tight enough that it wouldn’t pop off while pushing through the crowd, he nodded at Tammy that he was ready. “Awesome. Thanks so much for this. They sort of threw me to the dogs since I’m the newest on the Quidditch beat,” he explained, though that also wasn’t close to the truth. Sure, he had a lesser job to do, but it wasn’t like the outright did it on purpose. But that would also work as a cover if suddenly there were questions about his press pass. All he had to say was that they must have been hazing him by setting him up with the wrong pass and an impossible task. It would save his skin, and he’d probably still get pretty deep into the stadium to get a few useful pictures or notes. Ready to go, he let his new liaison lead him to wherever the first part of their trek was. @tamatha ● 345 ● De honte et de pardon by Coeur de Pirate MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 17, 2020 8:11:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2020 8:11:45 GMT -7
"Awesome," Grey said. "Thanks so much for this. They sort of threw me to the dogs since I’m the newest on the Quidditch beat."
Tamatha had never had to be chewed up and spit out by any workplace of hers, which she considered herself lucky for having been able to avoid. Part of that might have been because she had gotten her start with a relatively small newspaper in Canada, where she wasn't going to be eaten alive under any circumstances. The other part of it was that she was a half-Veela, and the charm that she had inherited did make it difficult for some people to tell her no. Starting out with such a major publication as the Prophet must have been difficult—interesting, though, probably.
It had to keep him on his toes, which was helpful for something like a major Quidditch match. Most of the Daily Prophet staff members she'd met weren't too bad, and they probably hadn't hazed the kid.
Checking to make sure that she hadn't lost him in the mess of people, Tamatha looked to Grey and began to make her way through the stadium with him. Every so often, they brushed past other people, but it was mostly just attendees queued up for this or that. Tamatha knew to be quick about it, moving at a quick pace until they neared the right door that would take them down the stairs and to the base of the stadium itself. "I'll handle the security," she added swiftly. They wouldn't give Grey any problems as long as he was with her—not to mention that she had her Veela charm on her side, if they needed some additional convincing.
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Sept 29, 2020 21:29:27 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Sept 29, 2020 21:29:27 GMT -7
▲ While he had certainly spent a good portion of the evening weaving in and out of the crowd while trying to get to where he needed to be, it was nothing like it was now. The two of them were flying past lines of people waiting to get food or a program for the match (which he had secured a few copies for himself earlier in the day), and it was like Tammy was creating the split in the crowd all on her own. Sure, there were a few instances where he had to quicken to squeeze through a closing gap in the line, usually met with a disgruntled snort or a shoulder jab after his camera swung into them, but it was a lot easier than it had been on his own. His first thought was that it had to be the badge she had – maybe it was charmed to make people unconsciously step out of the way when she approached, sort of like anti-muggle charms. It was definitely worth asking about, because he could have used that when he kept being knocked into while trying to take pictures. Eventually they neared a door that was definitely the kind that led into the backstage area. A guard was situated out front, and Grey moved to the opposite side of his guide so that his ID wasn’t nearly as visible as it would have normally been. It wasn’t like they were going to refuse someone of her status anyways, and he did have some liberties in the back areas. The pitch and locker rooms were really where he was going to need the most help. He gave her a nod that he understood, and straightened up to make himself look more professional. It was hard to do that when weighed down by cameras. @tamatha ● 303 ● la dentellière by Ingrid St-Pierre MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 29, 2020 22:56:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2020 22:56:27 GMT -7
The door itself was being guarded by a member of the venue's security team, the sort of beefy, masculine figure that one would expect to be working security at a high-profile event. Of course, that boded well for Tamatha, who didn't have to question whether or not her Veela charm would be effective. That made it a million times easier. She wasn't fully reliant on her unnatural allure; she could still get by without a problem, though there was something that had always been a point of pride for her in being a little bit irresistible.
"Hi." Tamatha greeted the security guard with a casual smile, readjusting her badge so that his gaze was certain to fall in a… particular direction. "Tamatha Berg. News Coordinator for the league," she told him, though he would have been able to see that for himself. It wasn't as though the average security guard was going to know who she was. Really, it wasn't like they were contracted to do anything but stand around and make sure that nobody did anything that they obviously weren't supposed to.
She nodded her head towards Grey. "He's with me," she added, speaking quickly enough to get the point across that they were in a rush but not so much that Grey was an afterthought.
It took no more than a second or two—enough time for the guard to regain his composure and realize that he'd been staring—for the door to open to the stairwell, and Tamatha moved through the doorway with ease. She motioned for Grey to follow her, making sure that he hadn't gotten a camera strap caught or something.
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Oct 10, 2020 13:09:03 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Oct 10, 2020 13:09:03 GMT -7
▲ The guard at the door looked like he was sleeping on the job, his mind lost somewhere other than acting as security. Grey could see that happening with a crowd like this. The white noise of voices and vendors calling out and falling into a trance like stupor that was only broken when someone needed to get through the door he was standing in front of. It could have been hours since someone last disturbed him too. All the guard really had to do was look at the badge and then wave them through, and with how quick the interaction went down Grey was starting to wonder if maybe he couldn’t have done that part on his own. Then again, maybe Tammy had already been through this door earlier in the evening and just had to do that out of formality. Everything about press badges was about formality anyways. Sowing a hint of confusion inside confidence and you could get yourself virtually anywhere, and talk yourself out just as well. Grey didn’t like doing that, but when it came to a story he needed, he had too. Thankfully Tammy was here to get him most of the way this time, and it seemed like his tactic had worked on her so far. Grey gave the guard a nod and a quick thanks as he passed through the door and into the back access area. He had come through an entrance of the stadium that had looked like this: industrial and bare, the flat colors on the echoing concrete walls making him almost forget that there were thousands of spectators all around him if not for the muffled noise leaking through the recently closed door. He had been in areas like this in the smaller stadiums the teams played in, but this one definitely had a scale that the others didn’t. Surely he would have gotten lost in the walls on his own, and finding the way to the locker rooms would have proven impossible at that point. “Well that wasn’t all that difficult,” Grey stated, airing more confidence than he actually had, as if getting past the door was his doing. “He barely even checked your pass. Everyone around here must know you,” he added as he started down the hallway, which he assumed was the direction they needed to head. When he had last checked, there was still half a stadium to go around before reaching the locker rooms. Luckily the time to get there would be cut in more than half without the crowd being in the way. @tamatha ● 430 ● Delirium by Forgetting The Memories MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 10, 2020 15:48:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2020 15:48:59 GMT -7
As they made their way into the drab, concrete stairwell, Grey remarked that it hadn't been all that difficult. "He barely even checked your pass," he observed of the security guard who had let them through. Everyone around here must know you."
Tamatha followed close behind Grey as they entered the hallway and tried not to laugh at his comment about how everyone there must have known her. To her knowledge, she'd never seen the security guy in her life. If she ever did run into him again, too, she probably wouldn't remember him. "Yeah, something like that," she replied. She might not have been the most influential person in the league or in the media world, but she wasn't a newcomer. A knowledge of how things worked combined with her Veela charm must have made it seem as though she had much more influence than she did. That, or maybe Grey thought that she had the ability to cast the Imperius Curse so subtly that she could avoid the Ministry's detection? Who knew?
Although they had gotten closer to where they needed to go, they weren't quite there, and Tamatha moved quickly enough so that she was back in front of Grey. It would be around about halfway from where they were and a few flights down before they would be at the right level, but at least they didn't have to push past the fans anymore. "It should be faster now," she commented. "Around and down," unless they wanted to get caught up in whatever madness was going on downstairs at the locker room level already, which brought with it the possibility of getting caught up in another crowd and running late.
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Nov 10, 2020 15:34:37 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Nov 10, 2020 15:34:37 GMT -7
▲ He aspired to one day be able to walk through security checks like that. From the outside it seemed like a totally normal process, and it sort of was, but being known in the media world meant gaining access to the best stories and opened up so many possibilities. Right now he was limited to white lies and dumb luck, which had worked exceedingly well so far but wouldn’t happen every single time he needed it too. Thankfully the Quidditch journalists were small in number and the job so far seemed to have quite a bit of wiggle room when it came to how things were done. Cementing his spot on the team probably wouldn’t take too long, and he was hoping this little trip he was currently going on would expedite that. All he needed to do was get a couple solid pictures and maybe a brief interview with a coach, and he’d be set for the off season. Apparently the post-tournament interviews were a drag and fairly predictable, and then the training season started and all the Prophet was concerned with was projections for how the next season would go. As a reader, they were only right about half the time, but so was the weather, so it wasn’t like the readers cared at the end of the day. Being able to have the freedom to roam a stadium during a major tournament like Tammy could (and so effortlessly, from how he interpreted it), would open up his goals as a writer. He hoped that within a couple of years, he’d have a high-level pass like her and would be able to use it to conduct pre-game interviews and the likes. Caught up in his hopes and dreams, he hadn’t even noticed Tammy was leading the way again. She was indicating that it would definitely be easier to make to where he wanted to go now. He assumed that meant there probably wouldn’t be too many more stops for security checks now that they were in the interior portion of the stadium. “So, being the news coordinator for the league means you’re the one that arranges pressers and the likes, correct?” Grey asked her, hearing his voice echo down the hallway a bit, despite there being a lot of muffled background noise from the crowd above and around them. He hadn’t even thought about a position like that when he was looking at careers during his seventh year. The idea had always been to work for the Prophet, but there seemed to be all sorts of other options at there that probably weren’t nearly as grueling as being a rookie journalist could be at times. All the fluff pieces and research was pushed onto him, since apparently he had all the time in the world for it. While he enjoyed it, and this was all a part of the process, it still had its moments where it became unbelievably boring. Especially after holding his position for the school paper for so long. @tamatha ● 504 ● Song by Artist MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 13, 2020 9:48:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 9:48:39 GMT -7
"So, being the news coordinator for the league means you’re the one that arranges pressers and the likes, correct?"
Walking and carrying on a conversation at the same time was easy enough, and Tamatha kept moving as she spoke. "I mean, I'm not really the one who sits there and waits for owls to come flying in to approve the paperwork if someone's requesting a press badge," she explained to him. That wasn't usually her job, anyway, unless they had been waiting for someone to get their papers in and needed to expedite things—for additional permissions through the Ministry or something like that—"But if it's something like the Prophet, the senior journalists are usually first priority," and it wasn't as though they had to request press access for something like the finals. Because it was basically a given that they would send people to cover the event from different dimensions, it was a constant back and forth of ensuring that whoever had access got it because there was no doubt that they would provide good coverage. The issues came into play when someone with a press badge had something come up and was sending someone else to replace them at the last minute. Thanks to Hag's Fever, they had had more of that than ever, which was a nightmare. At least it would all be over in a few hours, and she could exhale for the first time in weeks.
"We had some journalists from one of the major papers in Germany who were trying to get here to cover Claricia Freund's last professional Quidditch match. Couldn't really get the higher-ups at the Ministry to budge on that one, unfortunately," she continued, her voice rather matter-of-fact about it despite the setback. It had been frustrating for her, especially trying to convince people by owl that there really wasn't anything more that could be done to plead the case for an exception to the restrictions they were under. "It sucks for them—don't get me wrong—but there's not a lot we can do when it's not our decision." They hadn't chosen to cut off the British Isles from the rest of the magical world.
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Dec 14, 2020 15:13:57 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Dec 14, 2020 15:13:57 GMT -7
▲ He was sort of right, in a way. Regardless of her position within the league, she was one of the people that had access to the information that he was always being relayed form the senior reporters and asked to disperse into stat blocks for articles. Tammy was probably the person that had her people send things out, in actuality, so she was basically his boss’s counterpart within the league. That made sense. Her comment on how the senior journalists got first dibs also reminded him that he had to fight just to get a normal press badge from the editor, instead of being one of the runners between the stadium and the office. He had done that early on in the season and was then usually required to pick through literal miles of notes in order to put together an article for the morning. And then his name was never on it. He knew it would come in time, but that was still a few years from now. Doing his due diligence was more important first. Tammy went on to explain that there was also supposed to be a group of German journalists here too, but that their bid had been rejected by the Ministry. “That’s rough…” he muttered, realizing then that his personal complaints about his current position meant nothing compared to that. Under normal circumstances, they probably would have been allowed in. He personally didn’t think it was a great idea to have as many fans in the stadium as they currently did, but he wasn’t the one making the decisions at the end of the day. If Mungo’s could handle an uptick in patients from this, then that was on them. “It’s not like they won’t be able to get an exit interview after all this blows over. A couple weeks to reflect on whatever transpires tonight will make for a better piece, in my opinion.” Too many times he had caught players in heat of the moment emotions, and ended up having to strike certain things from the record. Post-game interviews were great, but they only allowed for immediate reflection on the match. He preferred a proper sit down interview to that. @tamatha ● 367 ● The Last One by Black Veil Brides MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2021 20:07:04 GMT -7
"That's rough…" Grey commented about what had happened with the German journalists who had been trying to get into the country. It was, but it was out of her hands. It both upped the stakes for their local media coverage there in Britain and made it worlds easier; they weren't having to scramble against the foreign journalists who would have been there to ensure coverage of the match. There could have been plenty more in the way of pandemonium than there was, and it was busy enough. "It’s not like they won’t be able to get an exit interview after all this blows over. A couple weeks to reflect on whatever transpires tonight will make for a better piece, in my opinion," Grey added on.
"Oh, for sure," Tamatha nodded. "Especially if the Wasps win," she said. "Otherwise, they're counting their owls before they're delivered, you know?" If the Wasps lost, the Germans would have had to reframe their coverage in a hurry. They weren't planning on being there to see Freund lose.
"Anyway," she said, cutting herself off. She wasn't there for chitchat, and they had reached another door. "It should be just through here," she explained, pulling open the door and holding it for him. "Security will probably give you sh*t if you hang around too long," she warned him, though it probably wasn't so early at that point that they would get too bothered, provided that he didn't try anything creepy.
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