[After saying his goodbyes to Janine (who gives an affectionately backhanded congratulation to him for finally finding the one other Jags fan on the planet), Winston hops in his car and sets out to the stranger's apartment complex, feeling an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sense of optimism for this whole "inviting someone to a Jags game" prospect. ...which unfortunately kept fading away the closer he came to his destination.]
[His brow furrows as he pulls up to the building, a subconscious feeling of dread creeping up on him and sinking its claws deeper into his mind until by the time he's walking through these eerily familiar halls, that anxious anticipation is all there is at the forefront of his thoughts. Admittedly- it's been quite a while since he last set foot in this place, so he can't be completely certain about it... but he's pretty sure the directions he's following are going to land him back at Walter Peck's apartment.]
[...does he even still live here? What if he still lives here. What if he's still the only other Jags fan known to man besides himself. That's. A very distinct possibility. ...he contemplates just turning back now and conveniently "forgetting" to show up, but his conscience gets the better of him. There's still the chance it's not Peck- just someone who coincidentally happened to move in to his old place. And it wouldn't be very professional of him to suddenly renege on his offer just because the place happens to put a bad taste in his mouth by association with one stubborn jackass that used to live there.]
[And even if it's Peck... he's already come this far. So... what the hell. Might as well get the confirmation.]
[He knocks against the door as lightly as he possibly can while still creating a noise upon impact.]
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[His brow furrows as he pulls up to the building, a subconscious feeling of dread creeping up on him and sinking its claws deeper into his mind until by the time he's walking through these eerily familiar halls, that anxious anticipation is all there is at the forefront of his thoughts. Admittedly- it's been quite a while since he last set foot in this place, so he can't be completely certain about it... but he's pretty sure the directions he's following are going to land him back at Walter Peck's apartment.]
[...does he even still live here? What if he still lives here. What if he's still the only other Jags fan known to man besides himself. That's. A very distinct possibility. ...he contemplates just turning back now and conveniently "forgetting" to show up, but his conscience gets the better of him. There's still the chance it's not Peck- just someone who coincidentally happened to move in to his old place. And it wouldn't be very professional of him to suddenly renege on his offer just because the place happens to put a bad taste in his mouth by association with one stubborn jackass that used to live there.]
[And even if it's Peck... he's already come this far. So... what the hell. Might as well get the confirmation.]
[He knocks against the door as lightly as he possibly can while still creating a noise upon impact.]
...hey, uh. I'm here with the tickets?