Date & Time: Wednesday afternoon, January 20th
Location: Stamford Bridge Stadium
Featuring: @remuswarden
When chumming up with people like Remus Warden, there were many perks involved, and many doors opened. For instance, Fletcher suggesting to attend a Chelsea match together came with expectations that they’d get the VIP seats, and as always, Warden didn’t disappoint. The truth was, even though Fletcher set out to become Remus’s friend because he was rich and influential, he ended up actually enjoying his company.
Wearing a blue Chelsea jersey, Fletcher awaited the start of the match enthusiastically, Remus seated next to him. Fletcher didn’t follow Premier League closely, but he made a point to attend Chelsea games whenever he could. Much to his annoyance, when the whistle was blown, a rather tall figure was blocking Fletcher’s field of vision – the asshole was standing in front of them, taking too long to sit down. “Hey, you,” Fletcher yelled out at the scrawny man, “Yeah, I’m talking to you, mate. Sit the fuck down, you walking vagina repellent, you’re blocking the view.” Once he’d bullied the man into doing his bidding, Fletcher glanced at Remus with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “How much do you want to bet that I’ll get that asshole’s girlfriend’s phone number before half-time?”
