ROWEN
I can hear the sounds of the party before I even get to the door. Sounds like this one is going to be wilder than most of Shivel's get togethers. Not that I've been to a lot of them. He didn't start inviting me until a couple of weeks. I still don't really understand why.
He makes it obvious in practice that I'm "below" him because I'm not a starter. Not that I need the reminder. My dad was on the premier league in Europe. I know full well what the hierarchy is like.
Making my way into the apartment, I immediately see Anthony Fordova. I played against him in college. Nice guy.
"Hey Rowen!" he says, coming in for a man hug. "Good to see you, man! How've you been?" He smells like a brewery and his eyes are a little hazy. Guess he's been here for a while.
"Good, man! I can't believ
