Oh shit, you idiot.
See, this is what I’m talking about.
She just pulls it out of me. I say stupid things that I probably shouldn’t say.
Halsey:Maybe forget I said that.
Blakely:Ohhhhh no, that won’t be forgotten. You like an arrow to a boob?
Halsey:No! I mean . . . it was funny. Unexpected. Never read anything that had no problem shooting an arrow to a boob is all. I was caught off guard and it stuck with me. I don’t get pleasure over boob mutilation if that’s what you’re thinking.
Blakely:LOL. I was not thinking that, but now that you mention it . . .
Blakely:Just kidding. I don’t think you could hurt a fly, unless you’re on the ice. I’ve seen you check a few guys. That’s if they can keep up with you.
The flattery does obnoxious things for my ego.
Halsey:I’ve been in my fair share of fights. Trust me, I can hurt someone.
Blakely:I don’t believe it.
Halsey:Are you trying to get me to prove it to you?
Blakely:Maybe . . . how good are you at leg wrestling?
Halsey:Don’t even try.
Blakely:I have some powerful legs and hips. I’d give you a run for your money.
Halsey:Like I said, don’t even try.
Blakely:Well, now I feel like this needs to happen when you return. I’d say best of three but I’m not sure my stamina is as good as yours, so I think it’ll have to be all or nothing.
Halsey:Not going to happen. We’re not battling it out in a leg wrestle.
Blakely:Oh that’s cute, you’re scared. Anyway, I know you have to get to bed, get that beauty sleep and rest up those muscles. We need goals tomorrow. I’ll be sure to look out for the delivery. Can’t wait.
Halsey:Thanks. I appreciate it. Have a good night, Blakely.
Blakely:You too!
“What the fuckdid you eat today?” OC asks as he sits next to me on the bench, the last minute of the game playing out in front of us. We’re up four to one, two of the goals being mine, the other two belonging to Silas and OC, both with my assists. “I can barely keep up with your skating and I’m younger than you.”
“No need to mention age,” I say as Posey checks someone into the boards, causing the fans to boo. OC, Silas, and I are out of the game, giving our legs a rest, but hell, I think I could go another hour. My adrenaline is pumping, and my body is itching for more action.
“Seriously though, what’s going on with you? Take an upper I don’t know about?”
I shake my head and squirt some water into my mouth as sweat drips down my face, droplets falling off the ends of my hair. “I don’t know, just have a lot of energy.”
“That’s apparent.” He takes a deep breath. “Keeping up with you wore me the fuck out.”
“Maybe you’re out of shape?”
He glares at me. Seeing more of his personality makes me feel like we’ve been friends for longer than a couple of weeks. He feels so familiar, like I’ve known him for years. “I’m not out of shape. I can out lift you any day, outrun you.”
“Clearly you can’t outskate me,” I say, even surprising myself.
“Oh, fucking cocky now?”
