by Hex
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Keep in mind the only thing I own is my car. If you really want my 89 grey toyota crapolla err... Corolla on it's second transmission and refurbished alternator go ahead. I think you'll get $50 at the scrap yard for it. Well, I did just get new CV boots and brake pads.
"Century Arena. The one off Grant. I'm looking forward to the game. The Centurions are the highest scoring team in the league." Quatre said grinning. He made an attempt to keep his voice a little low so the men in front couldn't hear them. Duo apparently had other plans.
"Ah Competition for the Quatranator. Otherwise known as the God of Goalies [7]." Duo fairly crowed and most likely the entire parking lot heard him. Quatre felt his face heat up a little. For some reason, despite its excessive amount, Duo's praise always made him blush. He supposed it was because he knew Duo was saying exactly what he thought. Sometimes Quatre wondered if Duo thought he could walk on air too. "Hey when is the recital? That's coming up too isn't it?"
"Yeah. Hopefully it will go well. It's a first for three of the girls. They haven't been dancing as long as the rest. I can only imagine what it would be like to be a twelve year old girl on stage for the first time." Quatre said as he waited for Duo to unlock the doors to the car.
"I don't even want to think about the hysterics you're gonna have to calm down. It gives me a debilitating headache just thinking about it." Duo said as he straightened from leaning over to unlock and pop open the passenger side door. "I feel complete pity."
"It's nothing I haven't handled before. It nothing I won't handle again. I love teaching them. At this skill level most of them are doing it because they really enjoy it and want to take it as far as they can. Besides you wouldn't believe how sweet they can be. They really have their hearts in the right place." Quatre said and smiled at his friend.
"I swear man you are the King of Patience." Duo said. "I can't stand women. They drive me batty. I just don't get them one bit. Lucky for me I'm gay. If I was het I would have probably already forked myself in the eye."
"You don't have a problem with Sally." Quatre countered. "And I've never seen a girl you couldn't handle."
"Hey Sally is almost one of the guys anyway. And yeah I can get rid of chicks nicely but I could never date one. Dating is hard enough as it is." Duo said and motioned the situation away from himself. "So ah which hotness did you prefer?"
"Duo this is ridiculous! Why are you even asking?" Quatre demanded staring incredulously at his friend. He looked around the parking lot to make sure no one could possibly have heard them even though they were already in the car with the doors shut.
"Because I live life on a need to know basis and I need to know everything damn it." Duo declared.
"They're all good looking but I'm not going to even discuss something like this about someone I haven't even talked to!" Quatre blurted out.
"Ah so you'll take Mr. Hair draped over his face to add mystery to go with a killer body. All right then, I want moody and Japanese. Also known as 'he who grunts in answer to everything'." Duo replied.
"Duo this is mental! We're 21 years old! We're not thirteen year old girls." Quatre said smacking himself in the forehead.
"Come on Quatre. Have a little fun. What's the harm in fantasizing? There's nothing wrong with it Quatre." Duo stated leaving the painfully slowly warming car in park.
"Fine. I'll take tall, mysterious and pervy." Quatre grumbled.
"Whaddya mean pervy?" Duo demanded as he put the car in reverse and eased out of their spot.
"I caught him staring at me in the mirror when we were stretching." Quatre said crossly.
"Oh-hoooo hooooo!! I wonder if he liked what he saw!" Duo chirped and grinned giving Quatre a sideways glance.
"I don't know. It wasn't like that really. He just kinda looked over me the way most people look over a perspective car or something. He totally wasn't interested." Quatre said looking out the window.
"I thought you said he was pervy and that this was stupid, so why do you sound disappointed?" Duo hmmmed in Quatre's direction.
"Oh bite me. I admit it he's hot and I am that superficial." Quatre grouched.
"Hey there is nothing wrong with that. It's not like you're basing a relationship on his looks. Just a kinky fantasy." Duo cackled with glee as he whizzed into the road before the oncoming traffic.
The black disc was coming, coming, coming, and smack! Quatre closed his glove-clad hand over the puck wincing slightly at the sting of the powerful slap shot he had just denied. Just five more minutes guys. We can do this. We can win this one. Quatre thought to himself as he watched Duo win the face off to his left. The Centurions were every bit as good as he had heard they were. They still hadn't beaten him yet though. Quatre smiled arrogantly. It wasn't the NHL but he sure as hell would take a shut out game against the top team in the league if he could get it. YesYesYesYes
"Yes!" Quatre crowed as Duo scored the first goal of the game at 3 minutes 15 seconds left in the third period.
3 minutes guys. We can last 3 minutes. Quatre said as he watched Duo win the face off again and then pass to Otto as the line changed. One particularly big Centurion plowed into Otto from behind. The whistle screamed. Seeing Duo being forcibly restrained by half the team made Quatre realize he was 3 feet from his net and that he had already dropped his gloves [8]. As the ref called the 5-minute major Quatre stuck his hands back in his gloves. Let's hit them where it'll hurt the most. Let's nail their asses on the score board. The blonde watched Otto get helped to the bench by Adam who glared daggers at the Sin Bin [9] and it's lone occupant. He caught sight of Otto's wife rushing to glass behind the bench. There was a little blood on the front of his jersey. Most likely from getting his faced creamed into the glass. Probably a nose bleed. Quatre waited and watched as Adam went in for the face-off. 2 minutes and 35 seconds. 2 minutes 2 minutes. Five on four guys. Five on four. Quatre watched as a Centurion, a particularly fast number 39, come over the blue line in the same breath as number 16. 16 passed to 39. Or at least tried to but Sal cut off the pass and charged the blue line. The puck slid to the now on ice Duo who got a good breakaway. It was the braided one versus the goalie and the goalie lost!
"Yeah! Hell YEAH!" Quatre shouted thrusting his hands in the air. 1 minutes 18 seconds. A minute guys. Just a minute! Sweat was dripping slowly down the back of his neck. Duo lost the face-off this time. Number 78 rushed the blue line. Sal gave him some trouble as they fought for the puck against the boards to Quatre's right. Come on Sal. Get it to Steve. Thankfully Sal got the puck out from under her skates and sent it whizzing towards Steve. It was cutoff by 78 as the quick little bugger snatched it up. Quatre watched in slow motion as he drew back his Bauer stick and its blade caught the puck. It flew wobbling slightly going for the area just above Quatre's stick side. He deflected it and quickly covered it to force a face-off. No point in taking chances with half a minute left in the game. Adam was up for the face off, he won it and dodged around the Centurion forwards rushing him. He slipped the puck to Zac who slapped it towards the Centurion goalie. It pinged off his stick and slid towards a Centurion defense man who glided behind his own net as both Zac and Adam rushed him. He let it fly around the boards. It got snatched up by the other Centurion defense man who beat it to the blue line just as the clock hit 0:00. The team jumped up from the bench cheering. Shut out BAY-BEE!!!
"And the King of the Hour is happy?" Duo said as he skated up to Quatre mouth guard sticking from his lips as he gnawed on it.
"Hell yeah." Quatre said grinning as he pulled off his mask.
"So boys whaddya say? Drinks at The Toad?" Duo bellowed as the guys formed a line to shake with the other team.
"Yeah!" Came the chorus.
"Drinks are on Duo!" Adam called.
"What the-- Like I can afford to get you drunk Foote [10]. All right let's get cleaned up and go for drinks." Duo said and there were calls of approval.
"I'll meet you guys there later OK? I've got someone I have to talk to first." Sally said as she pulled off her helmet. The French braid Sally wore her hair in for games was disheveled. Sally was the only female player in the entire league. She was one of the teams top trophies. She could take hits, give hits and had the best +/- [11] in the league. The team called her the defensanatrix.
"All right. Just don't skip out on the drinks. It punishable by benching!" Duo said waving his finger at Sally who proceeded to stick her mouth guard out at him. She skated away quickly off ice and made her way to the change room.
"I'm definitely in the mood to celebrate so let's get outta here." Duo said as they skated off rink.
[7] This is something I can just hear my guy friends saying.
[8] Nothing like a hockey fight where the Goalies get involved^_^
[9] A slang term for the penalty box.
[10] Yes Adam Foote does play for Duo and Quatre's hockey team ^_^ (He's a real NHL player. He's a defense man for the Colorado Avalanche. Here I wrote him as a Left Winger.)
[11] A players +/- is determined by the number of goals scored. A player gets a point in the every time they are on ice and the teams scores a goal. They lose a point every time a goal is scored on them while they are on ice. At least this is the simplest way to describe it. So basically Sally is high in the plus baby^_^
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