We're at a bar. Me, Barbara, Kate, Tiffany, Franny, and Francine. Were celebrating Barbaras 22nd birthday. Since Francine is on here weird "no alcohol" kick, we make her the Designated Driver. We haven't talked or seen Tiffany in about 10 years, and I still don't like her but we invite her for shits and giggles. Barbara and Kate are my now best friends. In reality I don't like Franny either. I haven't talked to Francine in 5 years. I give Barbara and Kate the "let's get the fuck out of here" look. Just as we are about to make up a lame excuse, I hear them. The Chicago Blackhawks. They burst through the door and start yelling because clearly they just won a game. They are all sweaty, their hair is messed up, and some of their faces are red. They all have their play off beards and Stanley Cup Finals shirts on. Everyone walks in and at the end I see Brandon Saad, Andrew Shaw, and Ben Smith. Brandon and Andrew scan the room for future one-night stands. Brandon sees me and smiles, like he knows I would do anything to talk to him. He's only a couple years older than me, I'm 22 he's 27. I WOULD do anything to talk with him. I forget everyone by me and just stare at Brandon. He just keeps smiling and Andrew comes over to him and asks him something. Patrick Kane comes over and I hear him ask, " What are you pussies just standing here for!? We got shots to take, beers to drink, and drinking games to play! Let's get drunk, let's get crazy, let's get FUCKING WEIRD!" and the crowd cheers for the last part. Brandon points to my table and Patrick looks at us. Brandon, Patrick, and Andrew start talking. They slowly start to walk over towards us. I remember the others next to me. I turn around just in time to hear Tiffany say something along the lines of, "They're coming over to talk with us! Oh my god! Oh my god! But I am going to get married! I hope they don't ask me out." Now I remember why I stopped talking to her. They finally come to the table, Patrick has his arms around Brandon and Shaw. Patrick tries to say something, but Brandon says hi to me. He looks nervous. I hear Patrick say, "Sweetie, I would NEVER try to get with you. Now HER!" he points to me, "I would try to get in her pants!" Brandon hits him in the stomach and says to back off. Andrew goes up to Barbara and starts hitting on her pretty hard. Some very lame pick up lines are thrown out. Brandon asks if we can talk, alone. I say yes so I can get away from Tiffany. Patrick goes back to the other Hawks, asking if anyone else wants to pick up a girl. Me and Brandon go and sit down and we talk and drink. Brandon thought I was at least 26. When I say I'm 22 he said if he knew that he wouldn't have tried to hit on me. I am just happy HE hit on me and not Andrew. Shit would have been weird. Brandon starts ordering some drinks, but Patrick comes over with Jonathan Toews and Corey Crawford. He wants to take shots with us. Jagerbombs. I'm down for that, and Patrick looks like I would be down for anything. After the unicorn mask on him in 2013, I think he slowed down. We all have about 5 Jagerbombs, and I am the only one that can still see straight. Brandon is buying me the most alcoholic drinks so he's sure he can take me home with him. Corey and Jonathan sat down on the other side of us and Brandon moved over to my side. Patrick pulls up a chair. They keep giving me shots to get me even a little bit drunk. They go for tequila, straight jager, they even start giving me Long Island Ice Teas. Finally, everything hits me. I am shitfaced and they all cheered. Brandon says it's time to be going. I say I want to dance and party with Corey, Jonathan and Patrick. I look around for Barbara and Andrew but I see them no where. They must have left already. Jonathan tries to hit on me and Brandon says to lay off, I'm his. A random guy comes up and starts off with, "Hey sweet cheeks," and I immediately yell no. He keeps talking but he won't leave. Jonathan and Patrick both say I said no. Brandon gets angry but just says I said to get away. Finally, Corey stands up, being the least drunk, walks up to the guy and says, "Hey man. She says no. She's with Manchild over here, and he's trying to get lucky. Please just let him have this. Also, you might not want to start off talking to a girl with 'hey sweet cheeks'." Our savior Corey Crawford finally got the guy to leave. Brandon asks if I want to go. I say yes, but I can't see straight let alone walk straight. Brandon gives me a piggy back ride and I latch onto his neck. While I walk out Corey, Patrick, and Jonathan all cheer for Brandon and order another round. We get in a cab and Brandon says the address. Brandon turns to me and kisses me. It feels like I am thrown into another world, like I am thrown among the stars. I feel the warmth from the kiss spread across my skin. My finger tips wander to his shirt, a button down flannel. I start to undo a few buttons and am saddened when I find he has another shirt on under that. I start undoing the rest. When we get to his apartment, he pays the taxi driver and picks me up, one arm holding the top of me, the other under my knees. As we get in the elevator he kisses me again. We finally get to his apartment and he throws the key in the lock, unlocks the door and pulls me in. He turns around, grabs my waist, kisses me and pulls me inside. He starts to take off my shirt and I unbuckle his pants and throw them on the ground. I undo my pants as we run into his bedroom. I get thrown on the bed, he falls on top of me. I run my fingers threw his hair while he kisses my neck. He stops of a minute and looks down at my boobs. My bra. He wants me to take my bra off. I sit up, unhook it and throw it off then grab his face and kiss him. He puts a condom on and starts humping me. I moan. I have never felt this before. I am a 22 year old virgin, but I don't tell him that. This lasts a couple hours. I sit there for a minute then falls asleep after we are done. Just before I fall asleep I feel him move closer to me and run his hand up and down my body, but goes to my chest and grabs my boobs. I fall asleep. I wake up to eggs and pancakes. "Hey Brandon." I walk out in his shirt and boxers. He turns around smiling like an idiot. He's only wearing his boxers. I walk up and slip my hands around his waist. He turns around and kisses me. I can't believe I spent the night with him.