| "I'm glad I got sent to Binghamton." Bonvie was on the ice for a shift at the same time Colby was. Colby was already irritated with Bonvie, so he fell for the bait and asked, "Why?" Bonvie smirked. "Well, first off..." He looked Colby up and down and snorted. "Never mind, you wouldn't get it." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Colby asked, getting set up for a face off at center ice for an icing call against Binghamton. "It means that there's a reason we're in first place in the Eastern Conference," Bonvie said. "We don't have pesky rookies like yourself getting in my way." Colby gritted his teeth and hip checked Bonvie hard, sending him to the ice. Bonvie laughed while Colby skated away, knowing that he had the Penguins rookie right in the palm of his hand. As soon as he found his weakness, he would be set. Bonvie found his way onto the ice for Colby's next shift. Again, they were matched up for a face off, this time in the Penguins zone. Bonvie caught Colby glancing back at Brielle every so often, with a vacant look in his eyes. He knew that look, he gave it when he was infatuated with someone. He recalled seeing Colby talking to Brielle with a grin on his face, and put two and two together. "Looks like I've found my weakness," Bonvie muttered under his breath as he blatantly checked out Brielle. Before the puck dropped, Bonvie skated over to the Penguins bench and stopped directly in front of Brielle. She gave him a confused look, as if to ask "Can I help you with something?" Bonvie plastered a smirk on his face and asked loudly, "So Rucchin, what're you doing after the game?" Brielle opened her mouth to respond, but couldn't figure out what to say. She had never been hit on during a hockey game before, save for Colby. But being hit on by the Senators enforcer... When Brielle didn't respond right away, Bonvie jumped on her hesitation. "How about me?" he asked, grinning. Colby saw red. He completely forgot about what Brielle had said about Bonvie leaving him bruised and bleeding and threw off his gloves and skated toward the Sens enforcer. Bonvie saw him coming and dropped his gloves as well, loving the attention and loving the fact that he found Colby's weakness. This would be an easy fight for him to win; he was fighting a rookie that had never been in a fight in an AHL game before, this would be easy, he thought. The two circled, rallying for position. Bonvie yelled out, to instigate Colby, "Miss Rucchin is a pretty nice piece of work, eh, Armstrong? I bet she'd be damn good in bed." The rest of the team heard Bonvie's comment and had to fight to restrain themselves. This was Colby's moment, his fight... He was the one infatuated with Brielle, and he was the one fighting for her. It was his moment to shine, and the team was gonna be damned if they took that moment away from him. Colby's anger rose a bit with Bonvie's statement. He retaliated with "Yeah, but your wife is pretty damn good in bed too, don't forget about her. And don't mind her when she starts screaming out 'Colby' instead of 'Dennis,' she can't help herself." Bonvie threw the first punch all of two seconds after Colby's comment. It didn't connect with Colby, he saw it coming and ducked out of the way. In the process, Colby threw a right that hit Bonvie dead on in the jaw. Bonvie was stunned for a few seconds, and retaliated with throwing a punch that landed squarely on Colby's nose. Punches flew back and forth, some connecting, some not. The final hit was all Colby's; he slammed a left hook directly into Bonvie's nose, sending him flying backwards onto the ice. Colby dove on him in a fit of pure rage, still punching him in the head and arms, and had to be pulled off by a ref and sent back to the locker room with a Game Misconduct. Brielle excused herself for a few minutes to talk to Colby and to see if he was alright; he was bleeding, as predicted, when he was skating off the ice. When she walked into the dressing room, Colby was sitting on a bench, unlacing his skates with one hand and holding an ice pack up to his face with the other. "You did good, kid." Colby looked up. "I assume I got a misconduct," he said, putting down the ice pack and removing his left skate. Brielle took a seat next to him. "That you did. But tell me something Colby, why the hell did you do it?" He yanked off his right skate and looked at Brielle as if she had grown antlers. "Am I not being obvious enough?" he asked, on the verge of being amused. "Ellie, I like you. What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a kid? I'm barely four years younger than you - just because I'm a rookie doesn't mean that I'm not an adult... just because I like messing around and pulling pranks doesn't mean I always act like I'm fourteen. Apparently kicking the shit out of Dennis Bonvie isn't making you get the point; so you tell me something, Brielle, what the hell do I have to do to prove to you that I want to be with you?" Brielle was shocked with his confession. She knew that Colby liked her, but not to this extent. She wasn't sure what to say, and Colby didn't give her half a chance to even think about it. "Don't answer," he said, standing up. "I'm not so sure I wanna hear it." He walked toward the showers, shedding equipment as he went and tossing it to the floor, leaving Brielle still sitting on the bench. Once he was half a step from the shower room, he stopped and turned toward Brielle. "You better get out there and help Coach Patrick, we both know he's been making bullshit plays lately." He paused. "Look, the Rookie Party is tonight at Brews Brothers. I know that coaches aren't supposed to be there, but... hell, you're a rookie to this team too. And the guys want you there. I want you there. So... Show up if you want, it would be great if you were there." Brielle watched him turn and walk into the shower room, letting the door slam behind him. She stood up and walked back to the bench, trying to concentrate on coaching the rest of the game. "Army okay?" Glenn asked as she took her place next to him. "Yeah, he's fine," she replied, obviously distracted. "A bit shaken, but fine." Glenn nodded his head, not realizing she was distracted because the game was taking up his attention. She left the coaching for Glenn for the rest of the game, she didn't care whether they won or lost at that point; she was too preoccupied with trying to decide what to wear for the party later. |
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