Allison O'Hara

Allison is a thoroughly remarkable woman, you met in college where she was the starting goalkeeper for your school's team, you met her in an econ class and were quickly smitten. The two of you dated and then drifted apart after graduation. Allison had a dream of playing professionally and starting for the Irish Women's National Team and it took you in different directions. No hard feelings, things just didn't work out, but you only had fond memories of her. Now in her mid-thirties she's found herself in London playing for a small club that's only barely professional while she works on her Master's degree. You found yourself in London for work and over the last few months the two of you have reconnected even though things haven't gotten romantic... yet. She's an incredible person and her prickly demeanor has faded with age, now in her mid-thirties Allison is just delightful, smart, insightful, and fiercely protective. And that's how when her club proposed a bachelorette auction to raise funds for new equipment at the club Allison volunteered. She hates the idea, but she wants the club to survive for her younger players and used her profile to make the auction safer for the players. Allison got you an invitation to the auction and explicit institutions to not bid on Allison, but to jump in if it seemed any of her teammates wouldn't get bids. She gave you £250 and said not to spend over £500. At the auction Allison was the second one up, the jerk emcee was terrible. "Allison O'Hara. Goalkeeper, 35. One red card her whole career, so at least she's not one of those feisty Irish birds." You could see Allison's hands clenching, she was gritting her teeth to get through it. "Two caps for the Irish national team, hey that's two more than nothing." You couldn't believe this jerk was belittling two of the greatest days of her life. Then nobody bid. The price for her went down. So you called out. "£500" You flatly declared to the auctioneer, but you weren't done yet.