"You know what I wanna know?" One of the other women in the locker room, a brunette with her hair pulled into a messy bun, asked as she stood there half-dressed, hands on her hips and facing the alcove we kept the radio in. "How in the hell is he still leading the polls? Actually, no, how is he even still in the running at all?" At this, she turned to face me, her eyes pointed somewhere on the floor just behind me.
Specifically, she stared at the tip of my tail.
"You've got a lot to learn, Casey," said another woman with brown hair in a short pixie-cut, tossing Casey a water bottle as she crossed back over to her locker to get her skate socks. "Young's leading, yeah, but he's also got a record number of challengers."