| Brielle and Calista sat at the bar, downing random drinks. Calista showed up about a half an hour after Brielle had gotten there, with Matt Murley; they lived in the same apartment complex in Kingston. Brielle had only had two drinks before Calista came, so she didn't have much catching up to do. They were pretty wasted by this time, and were wondering why no one was doing anything; this was supposed to be a party, and everyone was just sitting at the bar or at tables. Colby and Shane were back to playing pool, resuming their game with Eric and Tom. It took a little while for Brielle to convince Colby that she was actually serious about giving a relationship a shot, and once he was convinced, he didn't want to leave her side. Until she said that, as his girlfriend, she would have to withold sex if he started to annoy her. He promptly kissed her on the cheek and said, "I'm gonna go play pool with Endo, Eric and Tommy, call me if you need me." This was about forty-five minutes prior, and Brielle had since gotten herself plastered beyond recognition. "Brielle?" Calista asked. "Yeah?" Brielle replied, looking at the bottom of her empty beer mug. "Empty..." she mumbled. "This isn't fun anymore," Calista pouted, spinning around on her bar stool. "I know, my beer's gone, I need more," she said, flagging down Marie, the bar maid. "What can I get you ladies?" Marie asked. "Another beer," Brielle replied, at the same time Calista's face lit up. "What're you so happy about?" Calista looked at Brielle with a grin. "You'll see." She turned toward Marie, "Marie? Could you get me the lil squirter tappy thinger? And... put on Pour Some Sugar On Me?" Marie grumbled. "Not again," she mumbled, but shaking her head and turning toward the jukebox at the same time. Calista had pulled this before when she was tending bar... It usually made for a very wet drunk girl and a very riled up bar. And a very riled up bar meant more drinks were added to the Penguins tab. Calista turned to Brielle. "Have you ever seen Coyote Ugly?" she asked. "Yes..." What Calista wanted to do suddenly dawned on Brielle. "Wait... you wanna go... on the bar... and dance... to a Def Leppard song?" she asked, her eyes wide. Calista shook her head furiously, the evil grin encompassing her face. "But, I... What if..." The opening bars to the song suddenly came out of the jukebox. "No What-If's Bri," Calista said, climbing up on the bar. "We're gonna pick this party up." "But Calista... My beer..." Brielle stammered as Calista tugged on her arm, trying to get her on the bar. Love me like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man Her man... By this time, Calista had successfully pulled Brielle on top of the bar, and was dancing around in one spot. A few of the guys at the bar had begun to take notice, wondering if they were actually seeing their new assistant coach and media relations girl dancing around on the bar, or if they had just had way too much to drink. "Oh my God," Brielle muttered, looking around. "Bri, stop it!" Calista shouted over the blasting music. "We came here to have fun, right? So have some fun!" Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light Television lover, baby, go all night Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss-a-innocent sugar me, yeah... Brielle thought about Calista's statement for the next verse, then grinned as Marie handed her the tap, allowing herself to get down and have fun, throwing all inhibitations out the window. "Thank God for alcohol," she muttered to herself. If she were sober, she wouldn't even dare do something like this. Take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up... Calista had her own tap, and grinned at Brielle. "Ready?" she asked. Brielle didn't even have to nod. Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah... Eric was taking his shot at the pool table when he heard the song start. He completely dismissed it at first, but at the chorus, his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced at the bar for a few seconds when he was about to shoot, which was a mistake because what he saw made him shoot the cue ball off the table. Brielle and Calista were standing on top of the bar, dancing around and squirting each other with two spray taps. "Hah!" Colby shouted, going to pick up the ball for his shot. "Nice shot, Meloche." Eric snickered. "I wouldn't be talking, Army. Say, did you happen to talk to your girlfriend in the past, say, ten minutes?" Colby was confused for a moment. "No, me and Shane have been kicking yours and Tommy's asses over here, why?" Listen Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go Crazy little woman in a one man show Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up loosen up... "Because she's dancing on the bar." Colby and Shane both spun around to see their girlfriends strutting around on the bar, obviously drunk. It was a wonder they stayed on the bar and didn't fall off of it in their condition. You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more Easy operator come-a-knockin' on my door Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss-a-innocent sugar me, yeah Give a little more... "Oh my God..." Colby muttered, watching Brielle dance around. "I don't know whether to be turned on or get her down." Eric laughed. "Well, let me remind you something, Army," he said, patting him on the back. "She's wearing a skirt, and she's dancing on top of a bar, in front of our teammates. Our teammates that haven't seen their girlfriends for months, if they even have girlfriends. Think about that for a few seconds." Eric turned to Shane. "And the same goes for you, buddy. First time in about a year Calista's worn a skirt and it had to be here, huh?" he said, trying not to laugh. Take a bottle, shake it up Break the bubble, break it up... "Shit," Colby and Shane yelped at the same time, sprinting over to the bar, ready to kick the ass of anyone who had been looking up his girlfriend's skirt. "Bri, sweetie, it's time to come down," Colby said, holding out his hand for Brielle to grab. She only stuck her tongue out at him and proceeded to squirt him with the tap for a few seconds before turning it on Calista and everyone else who had gathered around the bar to see the two drunk girls squirt each other with water. Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah... "Okay, Brielle, come on, it's time to get down and go home," Colby said, bracing himself against the bar and putting his arms around her waist and pulling her down. Amazingly enough, she let him remove her from the bar with not much resistance. Shane had a harder time getting a hold of Calista; he was soaked and she had scratched his arm by the time her feet were on the ground. Colby lead Brielle to a table and handed her a towel that the bar maid had given him. "I haven't had this much fun in years," she gushed, trying to dry her shirt, and not getting very far. Colby shook his head. "I'm glad you had fun. But I think we're gonna have to go home and get you into dry clothes." Brielle smiled and raised her eyebrows. "How about we just skip the dry clothes part until tomorrow morning?" she asked in a low voice, standing up and sitting back down in Colby's lap. "I... Um, Bri, I think..." Before Colby knew what he was saying, Brielle had leaned down and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. The second she pulled away, Colby blurted out, "I think we should get home, NOW," he said, standing up and grabbing his coat from a nearby table and taking his car keys out of the pocket before putting it around Brielle's shoulders and leading her to the door. Eric watched Brielle leave with Colby from his spot at the bar. He frowned, wondering why it pissed him off so much to see her leave with him. She apparently didn't have any problems with him, and Colby couldn't be happier. This was the first time he had seen his younger teammate smile so much in a long time. But seeing her walk out the door wearing Colby's jacket and holding Colby's hand was giving him the feeling like someone was stabbing him in the chest. He ordered another beer and drank half of it down before coming up for air. Tom stood beside him, watching his actions. "Stop being such a damned fool," Tom said, annoyed. "What the hell are you talking about?" Eric asked, taking another swig from the bottle. "Brielle. You wanna tell me what's going on?" Tom asked. "Why were you so opposed to having her here from the first time you heard her name? And why are you two constantly at odds with each other? Did you have a fight or something that you're not telling me about?" Eric looked from the bottle to Tom. "You wanna know the truth?" Tom nodded. "Alright. I'm probably only telling you this because I'm half drunk, and it doesn't get told to anyone else, got it?" Again, Tom nodded. "We knew each other when we were kids. She moved to Montreal when we were about nine. We were on the same pee-wee hockey team for about a year, then she moved across town and played for a different team. We went to the Montreal pee-wee championship that year, and she played against me. I had a shot on goal with about ten seconds left, and it hit the post. Brielle got the rebound and was on the blue line before I could barely turn around. She took a slap shot and won the game for her team. I remember what we said to each other after the game, like it was yesterday... We went to shake hands, and she was the last in line and so was I. I was pissed, so I said to her, 'Hockey is a man's game, don't forget that.' She replied, 'I'll believe that when I see you in the NHL.' So I've been working my ass off for the past fourteen years because she said that to me, and I'm still not there, but she's here. And I doubt she even remembers me." Tom swallowed a mouthful of his beer. "You mean to tell me... That Brielle Rucchin is the reason you're practically killing yourself on the ice every day, trying to make it to the NHL? And how do you know she doesn't remember you?" "Because I just know," Eric slurred, rapidly approaching a state of complete drunkenness. "And she's not the only reason. But she is one of the big reasons, yeah. I wanna prove to her that I can make it. And I'm gonna." He took another swig from the bottle. "Did I mention that I had a big crush on her when we were kids?" "I kinda guessed that one," Tom said. "Yeah, well, I wanted her." Eric paused and laughed a little. "Hell, I wanted to do things to her that I don't think I could've done when I was eleven." He paused while Tom laughed. "I'm serious, man! You know how everyone wanted like, Debbie Gibson back then? Well, I didn't, I wanted Brielle. And I never forgot her. And now... Now she's here, and she's my assistant coach." "What're you gonna do about it?" "Nothing I can do," Eric shrugged. "She's with Army now." He took another drink, finishing the bottle. "And besides... I'm supposed to hate the girl, right? Gotta keep up that image. Can I get another Coors over here?" |
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