| �I had no idea that was you under all that padding!� Calista said, laughing. She, Chrissy, Lisa and Brielle had gathered in an empty hotel room after the game, which they had won 3-2. The rest of the team was off celebrating in the hotel bar, but Brielle had decided to make it a Girls Night In and spend some time with the females in her life for once, instead of being with the guys all the time. The television was tuned in to a Ducks game that was being re-played, but the girls weren�t paying much attention to it; they were more concerned with the latest hockey gossip and the case of Miller Light that Calista had gotten for the weekend. �Well, it was me,� Brielle said, chucking. She took a sip from her bottle. �And it was not fun being shot at by your boyfriends, I can tell you that much,� she said, motioning toward the three girls sitting around the bed. �I can imagine,� Chrissy commented. �I would hate to be a goalie, I wonder how Tally does it half the time.� �Well, he has about a half a brain, so that should answer your question,� Calista said, laughing. Brielle laughed along with the rest of the girls, and turned to Lisa. �You�ll get used to everyone pretty quickly� We�re pretty much like one big, dysfunctional family.� �Ooh, does that make me the family pet?� Calista asked, her eyes widening. �Yes, you are the pet� umm� chicken,� Chrissy said, a grin encompassing her face. �I�m your chicken!� Calista shouted, hugging Chrissy out of nowhere. �You�re a drunk chicken,� Lisa commented. She paused. �And I need another one, come to think of it,� she said, looking at her half-empty bottle. Brielle grabbed her another bottle from the case, which was being emptied rather rapidly. The pile of empties sitting on the tables near the bed was growing quite quickly. �Here ya go,� she said, handing Lisa the bottle. She turned her attention to the television and started flipping the channels, finally settling on MTV. Britney Spears� video for I�m A Slave 4 U was playing. The camera focused on her tattoo of a fairy on her lower back just as Brielle was taking the last sip of her Miller Light. �Hey� Do you guys have any tattoos?� ~*~*~ The sound of a ringing phone roused Brielle from her sleep. She opened her eyes slowly to see the phone sitting on a side table near the bed. She didn�t bother to move from where she was lying on her stomach, but grumbled and reached over to grab the phone for the sole purpose of stopping its insipid ringing. She placed her hand on the receiver, and for a moment she considered slamming it back down in its cradle, but she realized that if she did slam it back down, it would more than likely ring again. �Hello?� she mumbled groggily, putting the phone to her ear and closing her eyes. �This is your morning wake-up call that you requested,� a perky voice said from the other end of the line. Brielle fought the urge to tell the perky voice to screw itself, and replied, �Thanks,� and hung up the phone without another word. She then proceeded to close her eyes and attempt to get back to sleep. Within minutes, the phone rang again. Brielle opened her eyes and narrowed them in irritation before picking it up. This time, she wasn�t so polite to her caller. �What?� she asked angrily. �Sweetie?� Brielle sighed. �I�m sorry Eric, but it�s morning, and you know very well that I hate morning. So if you�ll excuse me, I�m going back to bed. Goodnight.� She proceeded to take the receiver from her ear, and as her hand was about halfway toward the phone base, she heard Eric yelling. �Elle, you hang up and I�ll sic Toby on you!� Brielle narrowed her eyes and looked at the phone. Without so much as putting it back to her ear, she said to Eric, �What�s Toby gonna do? He�s an inch taller than I am.� �He�ll bounce on the bed until you�re awake.� �He doesn�t have the balls,� Brielle murmured, putting her face into the pillow. There was silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, then Toby was heard yelling �Test me!� �Fuck off, Petersen,� she grumbled, putting the phone back to her ear as she began to sit up. Toby�s threats were never half-hearted; when he said he was going to pull a prank of some sort, it got pulled. And usually with much fanfare. �You are already screwed for hitting me yesterday. Why did you wake me � OWW!� �What?� Toby asked, alarmed. �Elle, what�s the matter?� Brielle had already let the phone drop to the bed before Toby even got out his last sentence. She sat up and reached around to her lower back to where the source of the pain was coming from, and feeling a bandage toward her right hip, her eyes widened. She picked up the phone, and said to Toby, �I�m gonna be a tad bit late for practice. Just have everyone do the same drills we did yesterday before I get there.� �Are you alright? What�s wrong?� Toby asked, still slightly panicked. �Oh, I�m fine, nothing serious,� Brielle said, standing up and trying to see the reflection of her back in the mirror that was on the wall opposite the bed. �I�ll just be a bit late, is all. I�ll see you later, tell Eric I love him, bye bye.� With her final word, she hung up the phone and proceeded to wake up Lisa, Chrissy and Calista, who had been sleeping and weren�t disturbed by the ringing phone at all. �What the hell are you waking me up for?� Lisa asked groggily as Brielle shook her arm. �Give me back my arm!� Calista whined as Brielle pulled on the sleeve of her t-shirt. �I�m sleeping damnit!� �What�s all the yelling for?� Chrissy asked, lifting her head momentarily and looking around. Once she saw Brielle trying to wake everyone up, she put her head back down and put a spare pillow over it. �What the fuck did we do last night?� Brielle asked, giving up on trying to wake her roommates and running to the bathroom. She paused. �Holy shit.� �Holy shit what?� Lisa asked, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up and looked at Calista and Chrissy. �Come on, she won�t let us get any more sleep,� she said to them, and walked to the bathroom. Calista and Chrissy made their way to the bathroom, where Lisa was standing behind Brielle, her mouth open and her eyes wide. �What�s wrong?� Calista asked, peering over Lisa�s shoulder to see what she was looking at. �Oh my God.� �What the hell is � oh,� Chrissy said, pushing her way into the bathroom. �What the hell possessed me to do this?� Brielle asked, turning her back to the mirror. She looked over her shoulder at her lower back, where the bandage was still covering a small square. She looked to her friends. �I don�t want to uncover it, what if it�s something horrible?� she asked, her face turning white as she thought of the possibilities. �I�m sure it�s not something horrible,� Lisa said calmly. �We wouldn�t let you get something horrible.� �We were piss drunk last night!� Brielle shouted. �It would�ve sounded like a good idea to get a bottle of Miller Light tattooed on me!� �I�m sure it�s not a bottle of Miller Light,� Calista said. �It�s probably not that bad,� Chrissy offered. �What if it is?� Brielle wailed. She paused. �I just won�t ever take it off,� she said, trying to exit the bathroom. �I�ll just keep it on there forever and I�ll never know what it is.� �You can�t do that,� Calista said, grabbing Brielle before she could make her getaway. �It�ll get infected or something, and that won�t be good. So stop being a baby and let�s see how big of a mistake you made last night.� Calista proceeded to spin Brielle around, and she slowly began to peel the bandage off of her back. Once she was done, she smiled. �You�ll like this,� she said, turning Brielle around so she could see it in the mirror. Brielle looked tentatively over her shoulder at her lower back. �Hum.� ~*~*~ Brielle walked into the rink, moments after the team had taken the ice. Toby noticed her walking in and skated over to the bench, where she sat putting on her skates. �Hey Ellie,� he said, a grin on his face. �What�s up?� �Not much, Tobe,� she replied, bending over to tie her skates. When she bent over, the hoodie she was wearing came up to show her lower back. Toby�s eyes widened as he got a good look at her back. �Holy shit!� he exclaimed, jumping the boards to get a closer look at Brielle�s new tattoo. �When the hell did you get this?� �Last night, apparently,� Brielle said as Toby leaned down to get a closer look. �What the hell are you doing? You�re acting like you�ve never seen a tattoo before.� �Not on you!� Toby said, his eyes lighting up. He turned to the team. �Hey guys! Ellie got a tattoo!� he shouted, calling them over to the bench. �Oh, hell,� Brielle mumbled, still staring at her skates as the team skated over. They were silent as they took in the tattoo. Finally, Eric spoke up. �Why exactly do you have a duck tattooed on your back?� �The only thing I can come up with, is that since I got it when I was drunk, and since there was a Ducks game on right before I got it, I guess I got it for Steve.� �I see,� Eric said slowly. �Well, it�s cute, I guess.� �Yeah�� Brielle said, sitting up. �How about we practice? Cause, ya know, it would be nice to shut out Norfolk this weekend.� |
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