Despite his time away from the pitch, Becks felt his tryout had gone well. The competition had been pretty tough, but thanks to his commitment to his physique (vanity) he was still in pretty good shape these days. He had often practiced with the team, mostly because they sucked and he couldn't replace all of them yet, but he showed them a thing or two these days.

After a quick clean up, Becks fixed his hair and donned a suit to join the after party hosted by Thom Pettigrew. Any excuse for a party. The company was his usual fair, the usual flair and he was fine by that.

He flirted and shop-talked his way around the room until he wound up in the company of Miss Cecily Gallivan. "It is what it is, Miss Gallivan." Becks assured the lass with a wink over his glass. "Every year is different and next year will be better." After he found replacements and fired half the roster. "I trust your brother is handling the team alright then?" He would offer some assistance, but Beckett was not the best role model for these things.