Game 6 Pens/Flyers in Philadelphia
5 seconds 4..3..2..1 And the Pittsburgh Penguins go on to round 2.
Jared and I jumped and hugged each other, and I didn’t care that the people in orange shirts were booing and throwing stuff at us. I was so excited for Jordan. After the Pens lost the Stanley Cup last year, Jordan took it really hard. To most people he blew it off like it wasn’t that big of a deal, but when it was just the two of us, I saw how defeated he was. I was glad his team got it together this year. No one deserved another shot more than Jordan.
“Jordan!” I yelled when I finally got to him. “I knew you guys would do it!” Jordan was showered and dressed. He grabbed me and hugged me, but I pulled away with his scratchy beard.
“Get used to it Caitlin. We’re going all the way,” he said and rubbed my face with his stubble.
“We’re not going all the way until you shave that pathetic excuse for a beard.”
“You know you want me!”
“Yep, that’s right. I want you… to tell me where we are going to celebrate.”
“Were going to Delaware Ave, a place called Egypt or something. And I have a surprise for you.”
“Really what?” I totally love surprises, and no one gives me better surprises than Jordan. We’re just so much alike.
“Oh you’ll have to wait and see.”
It was fun being back with my friends again. I love hanging out with these guys. Jordan sat beside me. “I love you guys you know, and having you and Jared together, what could be better than that.”
“I can think of something, but that’s your surprise for later.” I just gave him a funny look.
We ordered our first round of drinks, most of the guys got beer except me and Geno. We ordered shots. “No sense wasting time,” Geno and I agreed, after all the end result was to get wasted right? We ordered our second and third round together. “Geno, I can drink you under the table.” I bragged.
“No way. I from Russia. You weigh nothing.”
“We’ll see baby.” I said and drank my second shot.
We clinked glasses and swallowed our third. “We dance now then come back and drink more.” Geno said and pulled me out of my chair.
Jared was giving me dirty looks, always protective.
I danced with Geno for awhile. Soon Kris was beside us with some girl and Jordan followed suit.
“Don’t drink too much, your surprise should be here any minute,” Jordan yelled over the music.
Jordan knew me too well, and I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, but I was having fun. “What do you say? Two more?” I asked Geno. We stopped a waitress who brought our shots right to us. We drank them and gave the empty glasses back to her.
“Now where were we.” I asked him. We were dancing, but it was relatively tame until this point. “Come on Geno, I won’t break,” I said and took a step closer so now our bodies were touching. He just smiled at me and his hands respectfully went to my waist.
I saw Jordan pull his phone from his pocket and look at it. He smiled and turned toward me. “Your surprise is here,” he said and pointed toward the bar. I couldn’t see what he was talking about until my eyes focused on a familiar figure. “I figured if you were this happy to have Jared and I together, you’d be thrilled if Marc came.”
Thrilled wasn’t the word I would have used, but I felt that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. Marc’s eyes met mine, but I quickly turned away.
“You want to go see him?” Geno asked.
“Not yet. Don’t I owe you a couple of kisses?”
“Yes, it is three kisses you owe me.” His cheeks were red. I owed him one kiss for each goal he scored in the series. I’d given him one already.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly once, then softly again. “If memory serves, I owe you one real kiss.” I didn’t wait for him to respond I stood up on my tip toes and crashed my lips to his. He was surprised at first, but he didn’t hesitate. He tasted like lemon from the vodka shots we had just done. I think he was a little nervous, because he totally let me take the lead. I poked his bottom lip with my tongue, and his came to meet mine.
I was just really getting into the kiss with Evegni when I heard a familiar voice. “Caitlin.”
I didn’t stop the kiss, Geno did. His face was red, like he just got caught doing something naughty. “Thanks Caitlin,” he said and stepped off the dance floor.
So now my Russian friend was gone leaving me on the dance floor with Marc. I didn’t hug him or kiss him which would have been normal, I just stood there looking at him like he was annoying me. “Can we talk?” he asked.
“Only if you buy me a drink.” I replied.
We walked to the bar, and even in my half drunken state I wondered where this conversation could possibly take us. “How about coffee?” he asked, and I immediately turned to walk away.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I whipped my head around and gave him a nasty look. “That wasn’t the deal,” I spat.
“Caity,” he said softly. Guilt over took me as he gave me a look that showed how hurt he actually was.
The bartender came over, and I ordered my drink. Marc ordered a beer and paid for both. My eyes wandered everywhere but to him, and I was feeling antsy like I needed to be moving.
“Caity,” he said again, and this time my eyes met his.
“I’m drunk Marc, it’s probably not the best time to talk.”
“I need to know why you ran out.”
I waved my empty glass at the bartender signaling that I needed another shot. He set it down on the bar. “Do you really need that? Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
I held the glass in my hand and examined it for a moment. I looked right into his eyes as I drank it and turned the glass upside down on the bar. I knew I was being a bitch but I didn’t know why.
“Fine, whatever Caitlin, but you need to tell me why you ran out,” he demanded.
I just looked at him, because I didn’t know what to say. But then Jordan came over to the bar and put his arms around us. “Why do you two look so grim? I’d thought you’d be happy Caitlin.”
I just gave him a crooked smile and leaned back on the bar. Marc and Jordan started talking hockey, and I looked around for someone who could possibly save me from this situation. That’s when I noticed Kris. I Just stared at him, until he finally turned around, and I caught his eye. I winked at him and motioned him over with my head. As he got closer my smile grew, and I know Marc noticed. “Hey what’s going on over here. Our little Caitlin doesn’t look happy. What have you two done to her?” Kris asked.
“Don’t look at me,” Jordan responded.
Marc just turned away.
“OK then I’ll make it my personal goal to make her happy,” Kris said as he grabbed my hand and lead me to the dance floor. I could feel Marc’s eyes drilling a whole in the back of my head. I knew Jordan would grill Marc about my attitude, and I wondered if Marc would tell him about the kiss.
We reached the dance floor, and Kris immediately grilled me. “What’s going on with you and the Staals. I’d expect you to be in heaven right now.”
“We’re fine. Nothing’s wrong.” I assured him.
Kris was a great dancer, and dancing with him in the past lead to a few awkward mornings. Tonight I was welcoming it. I wanted him to get me out of there, and if that meant I had to sleep with him then so be it. Kris’s hands were running up and down my curves, and he started kissing my neck which helped me to get Marc’s face out of my head. My plan was working; I knew Kris would turn to me any second and ask if I wanted to get out of there.
Before he had the chance, there was Marc standing in front of us. Kris noticed him first and backed away from me. There wasn’t anyone on the Penguins team (or the Rangers or Hurricanes for that matter) that didn’t know about my connection with the Staals. When Marc looked at him the way he did, Kris new to back away.
“Don’t go very far.” I managed to say to Kris before he walked away.
“What now?” I asked sharply rolling my eyes.
“I don’t know Caitlin, you give it out so freely to everyone else. I figured it was my turn.” He grabbed me and pulled me into him and caught my lips with his. He kissed me so hard that my knees went weak. He held me so tightly there was no struggling with him, and in a matter of moments my instincts took over, and I was kissing back just as fiercely. There was an explosion inside of me, and it made me wish we were anywhere but here. Finally Marc’s grip on my softened, and I pulled away.
I took a step back and looked him in the eyes. I was searching for something in them, but I just couldn’t make out what they were telling me. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there looking at me. I was so mad at him for this, why was he doing this to me.
“You were right Marc there is a man out there that can hurt me. Congratulations! You are just like your brother.” I turned away from him, and realized the audience we had drawn. Jordan, Jared, Kris, Sid and Geno all stood with their mouths open looking at us. I just turned and walked out. Jared ran after me, and we got a cab back to the hotel.
Marc tried to follow me but Jordan stopped him. “What the fuck was that?” Jordan asked referring to the kiss.
Marc immediately processed Jordan stopping him and my comment to mean the wrong thing. “You Bastard! You are sleeping with her!” Marc shouted back. He didn’t wait for Jordan to respond, he hauled off and punched Jordan in the face.
Jordan who wasn’t expecting it landed on the floor, and Kris, Geno and Sid immediately stepped between them.
“Fuck you Jordan, and Fuck her too! I hope the two of you are happy!” Marc turned and left the club.
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Marc and the Rangers lost their Game 6.
Eric and the Canes lost their Game 6
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OK so I screwed up. The Canes actually lost game 5 and won game 6, but for the sake of the story we’ll let it go.
