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Ronan groans as he follows Jacob into the conference room, why were there blindfolds on the table? Only two of their coaches had gone with them, Williams and Peterson. The two are standing at the head of the table, talking quietly. Half of the table is already full of Ronan's teammates, as Ronan takes a seat beside Jacob. "Jacob, why are there blindfolds?" Jacob eyes the blindfolds, "Hm, I actually don't know." Ronan pales as the captain, Kai, leans over, smirking, "Oh, you'll love it." Ronan glances at the Captain, he had been on the team the longest and was nearing the age of retirement.
"This isn't some kinky bullshit is it?" Kai bursts out laugh, "Wow, get your head out of the gutter, rookie." Kai sits back, a thoughtful look on his face, "Although I have been grabbed a couple times during this, not intentionally though." Ronan pales further, "I'm sorry, what?" Kai snickers, "I'm just messing with you." Ronan sits back, "Oh." Kai eyes him, "Nervous?" Ronan runs a hand through his hair, "Just a little bit. We didn't go this crazy for teaming bonding on my old team." Kai rubs his face, "Really?" Ronan shrugs, "Most of us had played together for years in junior leagues."
Kai drums his fingers against the table, "Listen, after you've played a few games for us. You'll have to tell us if there's any difference playing between the American league and the England league." Ronan grins but before he can answer, Williams calls out, "Alright guys!" The rest of the guys had filtered in, and the chattering quiets as they turn their attention to the head coach. Williams rests his hands on the table, "This weekend is meant to be full of team bonding, especially since we've gotten some new blood." Ronan flushes when everybody turns towards him, was he seriously the only newcomer?
Williams glances down at the blindfolds, "Now, I am sure you guys are wondering what these are for." Murmurs run across the table, yes, yes they were curious. Williams grins, "Well, Peterson and I have a fun activity planned for you guys for our last meeting of the weekend. And, I'm gonna let you guys wonder all weekend." A groan runs around the table, that could go anyway. It could be positive or it could be negative. Williams laughs, "Got some of you guys nervous, don't I?" The coach grins before straightening up, "Alright, boys, hopefully everybody's looked at the phamplet. Most of it is indeed optional, but highly recommended."
Williams crosses his arms, "I know you boys want to hit the town and party, which is fine. That's why we are ending activities by 7PM, and don't start till 10AM." Excited murmurs rise before Peterson cuts in, "But remember that we return to full practice, conditioning as well Monday so don't go too crazy." Groans echo the room, causing the coaches to laugh. "Today you guys get all day off, but we'll meet outside the hotel to head to Canoe at 5:30PM."
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Ronan rolls his shoulders as he walks into the hotel room, glancing at his phone clock. It was seven o'clock, they'd just gotten back to the hotel after completing the obstacle course. Which had been more fun than he thought it would be. They had done a bunch of different fun things. Seeing who could complete it the fastest, then splitting into teams. Then one person was blind folded and the rest of the team worked together to guide the blindfolded person to the end of the course. It had been great an incredible day of bonding, honestly. He truly felt closer to everybody, who had been so welcoming to him.
He flops down onto the bed, playing on his phone. He's texted his mother throughout the day, keeping her updated. God, he missed her, he needed to plan to go see her soon. He doesn't realize that he had fallen asleep until the door to the hotel door flies open, "Ronan!" He jerks, "Oh, shit, sorry dude I didn't know you were sleeping." Ronan stretches, glancing at the clock, nearly nine, "No problem, I didn't mean to fall asleep." Jacob grins, "Well, since you had a little power nap, old man. You want to join some of us tonight?" Ronan sits up, "Join who? Do what?"
Jacob beams, "Kai, Henry, Liam, and I are gonna hit up the local bar. Have a few drinks, meet a few girls." Ronan stretches, "What happened to Williams' words, don't go to crazy?" Jacob snorts, "We're only gonna have a few drinks, and we can dance with women without going too crazy." Ronan laughs as he snags his phone, "Alright, alright. I'm in." Jacob pumps his fist, "Hell yeah, okay, well we're leaving in five."
(The team thing is an awesome idea, lmao, I've had to scroll back so many times to remember names. I may do that too, lmao) |
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Ben doesn’t even pretend to play it cool. The moment the door to room 1007 shuts, he spins toward Lukas with a grin that already screams "bad decisions incoming." “Oh this is going to be good,” he says, dragging a hand through his still damp hair. Lukas opens his duffel and pulls out a dark t-shirt, glancing over his shoulder with a knowing smile. "You better not get crazy, if coach finds out you started anything we're in hot water." Ben shrugs, already halfway into a clean shirt. “Technically we’re just exploring Canadian culture.” “That is not culture.” “Bar fights are absolutely culture.” Lukas snorts under his breath but changes anyway, dark shirt, favorite pair of jeans and old work boots he only wears because they add an extra inch to his height, even though he won't admit that. When they step back into the hallway ten minutes later, Tyler, Mateo, Luis, and Logan are already there leaning against the wall like teenagers sneaking out of a dorm. Tyler pushes off the wall immediately. “Look at this guy,” he says, pointing at Lukas. “Rookie cleaned up nice.” Mateo whistles. “European style.” Ben throws an arm over Lukas’ shoulder. “Don’t encourage him.” They meet up with some other guys, 14 in total and pile into four Ubers and head into town, the ride is loud with overlapping conversations and music from someone’s phone. Ontario at night feels different from Chicago it's smaller, quieter streets, but the bar district is alive with light and noise. They end up outside a lakeside bar packed with people, warm lights strung across the patio and music thumping faintly through the walls. Tyler holds the door open. “Gentlemen,” he announces dramatically, “rookie initiation begins.” Inside, the place is loud and crowded. The smell of beer, fried food, and lake air mixes together. A hockey game plays silently on TVs above the bar while a local band sets up in the corner. They grab a long high top table near the back. Drinks appear quickly. “First round’s on the rookies,” Tyler says immediately. Lukas rolls his eyes but heads to the bar anyway, coming back a few minutes later balancing a tray of beers. Glasses clink. “To the season,” Tyler says. “To not drowning in the lake,” Mateo adds. “To Adler finally having friends,” Ben finishes. “Arschloch,” Lukas mutters, but he’s laughing as he takes a long drink. An hour passes quickly. Stories get louder. Tyler tells an exaggerated story about a preseason fight from two years ago. Mateo nearly spits his drink when Ben reenacts Lukas missing the Mannheim bus exit again. Lukas drinks slower than the rest, but there’s a warm buzz settling into his chest now. Relaxed. He grows more boisterous, makes more jokes, laughs more freely. The shift happens when Logan suddenly goes quiet. Lukas notices first. Logan’s gaze drifts toward the bar. “…Well,” Logan mutters. Tyler turns. “What?” Logan tilts his chin slightly. Across the room, another group of tall, broad shouldered guys has just walked in. Athletic builds. Familiar posture. The unmistakable swagger of hockey players who know exactly who they are. One of them laughs loudly, tossing a jacket over the back of a chair. The logo on it is unmistakable. The Toronto Maple Leafs. Mateo blinks. “You’ve gotta be kidding.” Ben leans back in his chair slowly, a grin creeping across his face. “Well,” he says under his breath, “this just got interesting.” Lukas follows their gaze. One of the Leafs players looks over at their table. Recognition flickers instantly. A smirk spreads across his face. He nudges one of his teammates and says something Lukas can’t hear. Tyler exhales through his nose. “Alright,” he mutters. “Rule number one tonight…” The Leafs players start walking toward them. Tyler finishes quietly, “…don’t start anything.” Ben leans toward Lukas. “Rule number two,” he whispers, barely containing his grin. “…if they start something, we definitely finish it.” Lukas shakes his head slowly, though the corner of his mouth lifts. This weekend just got a lot more complicated. |
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Five minutes later, they are piled into an uber, five of them. Ronan prods Jacob in the side, "Why in the world couldn't we have just driven here? It's like a two hour drive and my vehicle is bigger than this." Jacob wriggles his shoulders, earning a grunt and glare from Kai who he'd just elbowed in the side. "Because, we would have had to pay for gas. This way, everything is free." Kai retorts, "Technically, not everything is free. This uber ride and whatever we buy at the bar will not be free." Liam leans over, "Yeah, but it is cheaper." Ronan groans, "Fine, but we're getting two ubers for the ride back. Jacob's elbow is in my side and I'm being squished." Kai snorts, "Suck it in."
Finally, they arrive at the bar and the five guys pour out of the uber. Playfully pushing each other out of the vehicle. Ronan laughs as he half stumbles half falls out of the vehicle, shoving at Jacob, "Hey!" Jacob grins, as the guys straighten up. Waiting for Kai as he pays the uber. Then they start walking towards the entrance. Jacob rubs his hands together, "Oh, this is going to be fun." Kai rolls his eyes, "Calm down, Jake, we'll each have like two drinks max. Don't forget, Williams will kill us if we get to out of hand." Jacob snorts, "Too out of hand? Oh, trust me, I'll be fine." Henry pushes lightly at Jacob, "You said that last time we went out drinking, and Liam and I had to drag you back to the hotel."
Ronan snickers but before he can say anything, his phone starts ringing. He glances down at it, his mother. Jacob groans, "Don't answer your phone, come on, let's go have fun." Ronan laughs, waving them off, "It's my mother, go on, I'll catch up." The boys nod and head inside, while Ronan answers his phone, stepping away from the noisy bar. "Hey, Mom." "Darling, how are you?" Ronan kicks at a pebble, "I'm good, just out with the team, bonding." His mother muses, "Is that music I hear?" Ronan nods as he leans against the building. "Yeah, a couple of the guys talked me into going to a bar." Amusement lights his mother's tone, "Yeah? Well, you be careful, alright. Don't get too drunk." Ronan chuckles, "Ah, Mom, you know me. Not a big drinker."
His mother agrees, "True, but it's different when you're out with friends. Just be careful alright?" Ronan soothes, "Of course, Mom." His mother sighs, "Alright, well I won't keep you too long. Go have fun." Ronan glances towards the entrance of the bar, "I will. And hey, I'm gonna see about coming down to visit for a weekend soon." His mother perks up, "Really?" Ronan nods, "Yeah, before our first game if I can, but I don't know how busy I'll be. But, it will be as soon as possible, okay?" His mother beams, "Sounds good, sweetie. Just keep me updated. I love you." Ronan smiles, "Love you too." Beep.
Inside, Jacob is the first to enter, already eager for a drink. Henry makes a joke about Jacob getting black out drunk and having to do suicides when Williams finds out. Liam laughs, loudly. Already the four were getting loud and rowdy, fueled by the music. Kai sits down at a table as Liam tosses his jacket down on a chair. Then Jacob's eyes drift across the bar, it lands on a group of guys. Ah ha. A sly smirk curls his lips, as he nudges Henry, "Hen. Look." Henry turns, "Interesting. Liam, Kai." The other two look up, now all four are staring atthe group. "Hockey players." Kai nods, "Looks like Chicago." Liam shoots a side look at his captain, "Really?" Kai nods, "I recognize a few of them."
Jacob rubs his hands together, "I'm gonna go mess with them." Then takes off, Kai shouting after him, "Hey! Jacob! No!" But Jacob ignores him, weaving through the crowd. That's when Ronan walks up to the table, he's in jeans, a black sleeveless sports top and a black Toronto Maple Leafs hat that's put on backwards. "Where's Jacob heading? He's going the wrong way for the bar." Kai goes to get up, "He's gonna go fuck with the Chicago team, didn't realize they were in town." Ronan turns, his eyes landing on the Chicago team, "Huh, you want me to stop him?" Kai pauses, "You think you can?" Ronan nods, "Probably." Kai hesitates, then nods, "Go for it." Ronan nods again, then turns and starts after Jacob who is getting closer to the Chicago team.
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Lukas notices the guy before the he reaches them. Not because he’s loud. Because Tyler suddenly leans forward in his chair like a dog on the hunt. “Oh here we go,” Tyler mutters, grin already spreading across his face. Lukas follows his line of sight. A tall guy with a confident stride is weaving through the crowd straight toward their table. The kind of walk that says he knows exactly what he’s doing and doesn’t care who notices. Ben notices next. He stands up, lifting his beer slowly. “Please tell me that’s one of the Leafs boys.” Mateo glances over his shoulder. “Oh yeah… that’s definitely Toronto.” Ben’s grin turns feral. “Perfect.” Lukas exhales slowly through his nose, already sensing where this is headed. The guy reaches their table and stops just close enough to be in their space without technically invading it. He looks them over, one by one. Tyler lifts his glass slightly. “Evening,” he says casually. The guy’s smirk widens. “Chicago, huh.” “Last time I checked,” Tyler replies. Ben props his elbow on the table. “You here to admire us or start something?” Logan snorts into his drink. Lukas stays quiet, watching. Measuring. The Leafs player glances across the table and his eyes briefly land on Lukas. Lukas narrows his eyes, the player shoots back a challenging smirk. Then his attention shifts back to Tyler. “Just surprised to see you boys this far north.” Tyler shrugs lazily. “Vacation.” “Team bonding,” Mateo adds. Ben raises his beer again. “Very wholesome.” The Leafs player chuckles under his breath. Behind him, Lukas notices another guy approaching quickly slightly taller, broader shoulders, wearing a backwards Toronto cap. He reaches the first guy and grabs his shoulder. “Jake,” he says firmly. The tone isn’t angry. Just preventative. Jacob glances back. “Relax, Ronan. I’m just saying hello.” Ronan. The name clicks somewhere in Lukas’ memory. Draft lists. Prospect rankings. Lukas’ gaze flicks up, meeting Ronan’s for a brief second. Something like curiosity passes between them before Ronan shifts his attention back to his teammate. “Pretty sure Coach didn’t say ‘start bar fights’ during team building.” Tyler laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says, raising both hands slightly. “We’re on our best behavior.” Ben immediately adds, “That’s a lie.” Mateo coughs into his drink. Jacob grins wider at that. “See? I like these guys.” Tyler leans back again, completely comfortable now. “You’re welcome to grab a drink if you want.” Ben is still all fired up. Ronan exhales slowly, clearly debating whether this situation is worth the headache. Lukas finally speaks, voice calm. “Pretty crowded place to start trouble.” Jacob looks at him again. “And you are?” “Adler.” Recognition sparks instantly. “Ah,” Jacob says. “The Eagle.” He pretends to gasp in awe. Tyler groans. “Don’t encourage the nickname.” Ben claps Lukas on the back, "that's right, my brother." The tension that had briefly tightened the air loosens slightly. Music swells from the band starting up. Somewhere near the bar someone cheers. Lukas locks eyes with Mason across the table, his eyebrows are furrowed and he's gripping his beer tighter than before. Tension seems to be easing up slightly but Lukas still doesn't know where this will go. |
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Ronan can see Jacob's mouth moving, oh no, oh no. From what he knows about Jacob's personality, he likes to prod. He's not after anything malicious, but he just can't help himself. He picks up his pace, but gets caught by a girl. She's drunk and touchy, "Heyyyyy pretty boy." He manages a weak smile and easily shakes her off. Earning a glare and some colorful words, but he doesn't care. He's got other things to worry about. Like his teammate about to start something with Chicago. Williams would kill them if Jacob started something and they all got thrown out. Ronan picks his pace up, groaning.
He could already imagine the backlash of punishments if he doesn't contain Jacob, soon. He can only imagine how much hell he'd get into himself, being a rookie. He was good, but he was still new to the team. He had no doubts that Williams would easily chunk him aside if he started problems before the season officially began. "Just surprised to see you boys this far north." Oh god, he could hear it in Jacob's voice. He was gonna start something, unintentionally, sure. Ronan weaves through the last of the crowd. "Vacation." "Team bonding." "Very wholesome." Ronan finally arrives and clamps a hand down on Jacob's shoulder. "Jake."
Ronan's lips thin slightly at Jacob's answer, and he states, "Jake. We should go back to our table. Liam just got us drinks I believe." He gives a slight tug, praying that Jacob would give. He doesn't, in fact, Jacob easily shrugs out of his grasp. "Relax, Wycliffe." Oh, Ronan's annoyed him. Jacob hasn't addressed him by his last name since their first meeting, their first practice. Ronan's blue eyes flicker to the Chicago group. Catching the gaze of dark brown haired, deep brown eyed guy. He looks familiar, from the draft maybe? But, he doesn't have a lot of time to think about it. He can pratically feel the antsy of Jacob.
"Pretty sure Coach didn't say start bar fights during team building."
Ronan warns. His blue eyes flicker back to the Chicago boys as they start talking. Great, not helpful. He shoots a glare at Jacob at his next words. "See? I like these guys." Ronan rubs his face, "You can like them from our table, Jacob. Besides, didn't you promise that it would be a relaxing, laid back evening? Just drinking? I'd really like a drink." Jacob hesitates at that, now torn. Jacob's eyes light up at one of the guys words. "You're welcome to grab a drink if you want." Ronan clamps a hand back down on Jacob's shoulder, this time, firmer. "I spot Liam with drinks, let's go." Jacob opens his mouth, when the dark haired, brown eyed guy finally speaks. Both Toronto boys look at him. The name clicks immediately within Ronan's head.
Adler. Lukas Adler.
Ronan hides a groan at Jacob's half mocking tone, but even he can feel the tension ease. Jacob nudges Ronan, "Rumors are he's as good as you, rook." Ronan takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair, "Jacob. I really would love a drink right now. So why don't we leave these fellas alone and retreat to our table, okay? Liam and Henry look about three beers in." Jacob follows Ronan's gaze to their teammates, and their captain who is hard staring at them. "And Kai looks like he's going to come over here and drag us by our ears. So, please?" Jacob sighs, "Ah, no fun, rook." But, Ronan could tell that Jacob had relented, and he sighs in relief.
Jacob tips his head, "Later, birdies." Ronan shoots a glare at Jacob as he half shoves his teammate back towards his table. Ronan's English accent is a little thicker from stress as he nods at the Blackhawks. "Sorry about him." His eyes catch on Lukas again, curiosity flashing in those ice blue eyes before he nods again and follows his teammate back towards their table. Now out of earshot, Jacob nudges him, "I saw you eyeing Adler." Ronan rolls his eyes, "What are you talking about?" Jacob grins at him. It wasn't a well known thing, more of a rumor that has floated around that Ronan has never confirmed. Especially since the American hockey leagues were less accepting than England ones, but it was rumored that Ronan was not exactly heterosexual.
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A few minutes have passed and Lukas is back up on his feet, fetching drinks for the table, balancing the glasses, weaving back through the crowd. By the time he sets the drinks down at the table, Tyler is already reaching for one. “Took you long enough.” “Bar is crowded,” Lukas replies evenly, sliding into his seat. Ben eyes him over the rim of his glass. Lukas ignores that. “Alright,” Tyler announces, already too energized for someone who hasn’t had that much to drink yet. “We’re not sitting here like a book club, lets move our focus off of Toronto. Shots.” Groans. Laughter. Mason doesn’t argue, which is how Lukas knows this is happening whether he participates or not. A round appears. Then another. “Rules are simple,” Ben says, turning in his chair slightly so the group forms a loose circle. “You take a shot, you take a dare. You bail, you take two.” Lukas exhales softly. “This seems inefficient.” Tyler grins. “You’ll live.” The first few are harmless. Tyler has to go compliment a random guy’s shoes like it’s life-changing. Mason gets dared to sing along-badly-to whatever song is playing. Mateo has to get a random girls number. Ben? Ben gets dared to pretend he’s the coach and give an inspirational speech to the table next to them. It’s chaos. Lukas watches more than he participates at first, controlled, observant, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth more often than not. But the alcohol settles in, slow and warm. Edges soften. The room feels a little lighter. “Adler,” Tyler says suddenly. Of course. Lukas looks up, already knowing this won’t be good. “Yes?” A grin spreads across Tyler’s face, the kind that means trouble. “Your turn.” Ben leans forward slightly, interest sharp now. “We’ve been too nice to him.” “I agree,” Mason adds. Lukas narrows his eyes slightly. “I do not like this.” “You’re going to,” Tyler says. “Dare.” Lukas considers, briefly, taking the extra shot instead. Then-“Fine.” Tyler doesn’t even hesitate. “Go get a number.” Lukas blinks once, sceptical of the simplicity of this task. “That's it?” “Of course not,” Ben cuts in, nodding past Lukas’s shoulder. “Opposing team.” There’s a beat. Lukas doesn’t turn right away. “You’re joking.” “Nope,” Ben says, far too calm. “Has to be someone from Toronto.” Tyler raises his glass. “Successfully. Or you’re doubling shots the rest of the night.” Lukas exhales slowly, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. This is stupid. Completely unnecessary. And yet... His gaze shifts, almost against his will, back toward their table. Ronan is there, leaning forward now, elbows on the table, something more relaxed in his posture. Talking. Listening. Not loud. Not trying to be. “You’re overthinking,” Ben murmurs beside him, quieter now. Lukas huffs a faint laugh. “I am not.” “You are.” A pause. “Just go.” Lukas pushes his chair back before he can think too much about it. The noise of the bar swells again as he steps away, threading through people with that same controlled ease, but there’s a different energy under it now. Less calculated. More… charged. He stops just short of their table. Jacob notices him first, of course. “Well, well-” But Lukas doesn’t look at him. His focus lands on someone else. Ronan. There’s a brief pause, just long enough for it to register. For the shift in attention to be clear. Lukas tilts his head slightly, expression composed. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asks, ignoring the loud heckling and chuckles from Ronan's teammates. Not to the table. Just to him. Simple. Direct. |
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"Look at the rookie go." Henry chuckles as Jacob and Ronan walk back to the table. Ronan rolls his eyes amused as the two take a seat. Liam leans over, drink in hand. "Never seen anybody rein Jake in so fast, very impressive, rook." Kai agrees, taking a slow drink. "Not bad, Jake has a bad habit of rubbing people the wrong way, especially at bars." Jacob reaches for one of the untouched beers, "Hey, I'm not looking for a fight." Kai rolls his eyes, "No, because rubbing drunk people the wrong way never ends in a fight." Jacob shrugs as he takes a long drink.
"Listen, it's not my fault people are so touchy nowdays."
Henry and Liam groan, "It's not even that, Jake. Listen, we love you, but you can be a righteous asshole sometimes." Jacob pretends to be offended as he sips at his drink more. "Hey--" Kai cuts him off, "Okay, okay we get it." The conversation pauses as a trio of half drunk girls come stumbling up. The leader, a pretty brunette half flops herself across Ronan's shoulders. The still very much sober, British man stiffens. "Heyyyy pretty boy." Blimey, somebody save him, please. He forces a smile, aware of his teammates eyes on him. The girl runs a finger down his chest.
"Why don't you come.... dance with me." Ronan internally grimaces at the implication and the way the girl was draped across him. It would be rude for him to abruptly stand to dump her, wouldn't it? "Blimey." He mutters under his breath before answering the girl. "No, apologizes, I have something very important in the morning, so I'm not looking for anything crazy." The girl groans, "It's just a dance, pretty boy." Ronan rubs his face, "Then how about, just no?" The girl draws herself up, sort of, swaying. "Excuse me?" Suddenly Kai cuts in, voice cool and directive. "He said no."
Thank god for his Captain. The girl's friends pop in, "Ugh, yall are boring, it's just dancing." Henry joins in, "Well, the man doesn't want to dance. So find somebody else." The three girls exchange a glance but when they look back to the five guys, they opt to just leave. Ronan runs a hand through his hair as the girls stumble away, shooting him dirty looks. "Thanks, guys." Henry and Kai nod at him. While the drunker, Liam and Jacob grin playfully at him. "Didn't fancy her?" His teammates, well not all of them, had been looking to figure out if that rumor about Ronan was true.
While Ronan was not looking to reveal it, not that he was ashamed. But it wasn't their business, they weren't quite that close, and he knew American Hockey Leagues were a little more judgemental about that kind of stuff. "Not in the mood to dance. Or get drunk. Listen, I'm still the rookie, don't want to get on coach's bad side." Kai swiftly intervenes, "Okay, guys, moving on." The conversation easily turns to conquests, although Kai and Ronan stay quiet. Kai, because everybody knew the Captain was happily married. While Ronan, just didn't want to talk about it.
However, when the conversation shifts again, this time into something lighter. Talking about what would be harder to fight. 15 Dog-Sized Rats or 1 Rat-Sized Dog? "Oh come on! Dog sized rats are fucking terrifying?" Liam howls at Henry who smirks, "Not if it's like a Chihuahua. Just kick it." Jacob shakes his head, "No, no, we're talking about like German Shepherd, or Great Dane size." Kai scoffs, "You guys did not specify that earlier!" Ronan snorts, "Exactly! You just said dog-sized rats!" Liam and Jacob exchange exasperated glances, out of the group, they were the drunkiest. While Henry and Kai were not as drunk, but still drunk, and Ronan was buzzed leaning a little towards drunk.
The teammates continue to playfully argue, Ronan staying quieter and calmer then the rest. More laughing at how heated Liam and Jacob were getting. The conversation halts when someone approaches? Another girl? No, surprise flashes in everybody's eyes as they see who it is. Adler. What was the Blackhawk doing over here? Jacob leans forward, "Hi, birdie, what can we do for you." Intrigue flares for the teammates as Adler focuses on Ronan. Ronan pauses at his words. Talk? About?
Ronan nods, shooting a look at his teammates. "Chill out." As he stands, unfolding his long legs, he follows Lukas away from the table and to a little less nosy and busy area. "What's up?" |
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