First message
The puck drops, we fight for the puck, ending in my favor. I chuck it to the right, swiftly skating past him, to the right. Play after play, the game ends in a blur. Raiders-26, Metros-8. A few hours after the game and having a ball, celebrating the win with my teammates, I find his hotel room, knocking on the door. He opens the door, glaring at me like he would rather do anything else. I smirk, tilting his face up by his chin Hey baby.I say, voice laced with amusement and mockery