"Lee," Roosevelt hissed through clenched teeth, eyes narrowing. It had to be her. How many nerdy redheads were there? Alright, probably a lot, but not a lot that would ruin his favorite bar. There was a possibility she had done it on purpose and he was going to make her pay for that.

"No, I don't have to admit that, because athleticism is a beautiful thing. You just let me know what nights those are so I can avoid the place," he added, taking a bite of a few pretzels. "Speaking of sweaty men running, you any interest in the triathlon they're doing this year?"