Cameron
Don’t drink like you did last time
Isla
*middle finger emoji*
Zhuri
Okay, Hops and Dreams, it is
We’ll go tonight if everyone is free
Hops and Dreams doesn’t seem to be all that different from every other dive bar I’ve been to, but when I’m not lambasted by fans as I walk in, I can tell that it is.
Apparently, I’m the last to arrive because I spot the entire Comets’ roster in the back corner with a few other people I don’t recognize.
I smooth down my red silk tank as I walk across the bar. I paired it with a pair of black jeans and black sandals, trying to make sure I’m not overly dressed up right now.
I don’t seem to be. The girls are all dressed similarly to me, and the guys are practically the same.
But just because everyone is dressed casually doesn’t mean I don’t take note of the way Cameron looks right now.
Ihatehow good he looks. Dark jeans with a black tee. He tops that off with a backward hat and a silver chain around his neck.
Fuck him for looking likethat.
“Zhuri Hart,” Isla chimes, seemingly still sober. “Fashionably late.”
I toss my hair over my shoulder. “A girl’s gotta make an entrance, Icy.”
Cameron gestures to the stool next to him, and I walk over to sit when I realize it’s the only one available.
“Nice to see our co-captains getting along,” Wes smiles.
“We already told you we put it all behind us. We’re teammates now; a petty rivalry won’t do anyone any good.”
“I’m absolutely dying to interview you two,” a brunette woman sitting next to Wes says, and I think I recognize her.
“You’re Blake, right? You write for The Rinkside Report?”
“Yep!” she grins. “I mostly wrote about the Lizards before, but I’ll be focusing on the Comets now. Means Wes here can’t get rid of me.” She elbows him in the side.
“Fuckin’ nightmare,” Wes laughs, and I can see the playful dynamic between them. Cameron and Sid said Wes and Blake are really just friends, and I actually do get that vibe from them. They seem to have a solid friendship based on what I can see.
“I can’t speak for Cameron,” I say, circling back to Blake’s statement before, “but I’d love to do an interview for you. Love supporting a woman in the sports world.”
“I’ll do it, too,” Cameron adds. “You can interview us both.”
“Seriously?!” I can see how much Blake loves her job with how excited she seems to be about this interview. “Perfect! We’ll set something up!”
A man I don’t recognize walks up beside me now, but I see him in a Hops and Dreams shirt, so I assume he must work here.
“Asher, you can’t just text me your drink order,” he says, giving him a look through the black rims of his glasses. “You have to walk over to the bar.”
Asher shrugs. “Do I, though? Got you to walk over here, didn’t I?”
The man next to me flips him off, and Asher’s body rumbles with laughter.
