Opposites Attract
Focus
Katie and Cara cheered as the Bruins walked on to the ice and began to skate.
"Oh man, Segs is just so... unnnggggh" Cara said to Katie.
"You're such a puck slut Cara! I like to call him 'baby face'." Katie said while rolling her eyes, then laughing at herself.
"You bitch! And, well, it's not like I can deny it. Yeah, I am a puck slut," she admitted, a small smile creeping up.
They turned to watch the Bruins as they practiced before their game. The Bruins all shot on Tuukka Rask, the goalie, and he blocked all of their shots.
"Tuukka time!!" A guy holding beers behind them shouted, several small cheers erupting around the girls.
The Bruins had finished shooting at Tuukka and he now had a minute to take a break and get some water before the national anthem. He sprayed the water bottle at his face and told himself what he had to do. Focus, focus, focus. Never lose focus.
He looked over at the stands to his right just for the hell of it, to calm himself down. Lots of screaming fans, guys in jerseys holding beers and laughing, and families getting ready for a good game.
He looked up a little, and saw a very familiar looking girl. Very familiar looking. Tuukka stared for a few moments because he knew this girl from somewhere.
Tuukka
What the fuck? Who is that? She's definitely not a puck slut, she's not wearing any tight clothes... How do I know this girl?
Tuukka's mind swarmed with thousands of questions as he skated up and looked down while Rene Rancourt began to sing.
Shit shit shit, I need to focus. Who the hell is this girl? Stay on your feet. Watch the 5-hole, Kessel's gonna be hard to read. How do I not remember her? Fuck it, focus on your fucking job. Protect the goal. Who the fuck is that girl.
By the time Tuukka's head stopped spinning the national anthem for both teams was over and Tuukka found himself skating back to the net. He pulled his mask up and kneeled and just stared at his legs and knees. His mind had 20 different things on it.
The puck dropped and Tuukka instantly snapped into game mode, or 90% game mode... 10% of his mind was still on that one girl. He knew that girl somehow, and he needed to figure it out.
A few minutes in, Bergeron went to the penalty box. Shit.
14 seconds into the power play Tuukka suddenly found himself stumbling and jumping to the left, trying to block a shot. The puck went back to Van Reimsdyk who hit it into the net. Chara had been on top of Rask and he couldn't get up in time to get back in front of the net.
"SHIT" Tuukka exclaimed. The first goal of the entire playoff series belonged to the Maple Leafs... he certainly hadn't seen that one coming.
Part of the reason for the goal was that Tuukka wasn't 100% focused on the puck.
He needed to find this girl, soon, but right now he had to get his shit together and focus on his job.
Tuukka pulled himself together and pushed every extrinsic thought out of his mind until the game was over and the Bruins had beat the Maple Leafs 4-1.
"Hey Tuukka, you coming out with us tonight?" asked Tyler as he pulled off his gear in the locker room.
Tuukka was tired, but he nodded and simply said "sure". After all, they had won their first playoff game pretty solidly.
Katie and Cara were a bit tipsy by the time the game was over. After a few beers, they were both yelling and screaming with every play.
"Hey. Hey. You, you know what we should do?" Cara questioned.
"What?"
"We should go to a club. Let's, let's go. Let's just gooo!"
"Cara, I think you've. You've had a bit too much to drink."
"We're taking a cab anyways -- let's just- just go back to the apartment, change real quickly, then leave. What's so bad about having a good time?
"Alright, I guess so."
By the time Tuukka finished with showering, changing, interviews and getting his equipment packed, it was 11:30 at night. He drove over to Seguin's with a bunch of the guys to drop off his stuff.
The only thing Tuukka really wanted to do was just find a puck bunny and call it a night. People obviously knew who he was, so it'd be fairly easy, and he wanted it to be an easy night with even easier girls. Just find a puck slut and get a good night out of it, he told himself.
Katie
"KATIE!! LET'S GO HERE!! IT'S 11:45!" Cara screeched as I finished putting the last of my mascara on.
"Jesus Cara! Gimme 5 more minutes!" I yelled back and heard a huge groan in return.
God forbid we don't get to the club exactly on fucking time, I thought to myself. I pulled my dress up and put the strap over my shoulder. Jesus this thing is tight.
I stepped into my wedges, only a few inches tall because I didn't want to over-do it and get back on those damn crutches.
I checked my hair in the mirror one last time, sprayed perfume at myself and my wrist and then walked out of the bathroom with my clutch.
"Good, you look hot, now let's go" Cara grumbled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the apartment, closing the door behind us.
Katie arrived at the club around midnight, when it was in full swing. People were already hammered and dancing all over the place, and Katie was a bit hammered herself which made it a better experience.
She walked over to the bar with Cara and got an apple martini, one of the stereotypical girl club drinks. Cara ordered a rum runner and they sat for a few minutes drinking.
Tuukka was already in the VIP section of the club. He was sitting on the couch and suddenly a shot glass was thrust at him and he, Brad, Tyler and Krejci all took a few shots.
After about 5 shots, Tuukka was beginning to get fuzzy. He looked around the club at all of the girls dancing in black skin tight dresses and tall heels. Suddenly he looked at the bar, and... there she was.
He couldn't believe himself. At first Tuukka thought that it was all of the shots he'd just taken, but he blinked a few times and she was still sitting there, in a white dress talking to her friend and smiling.
He looked at her for a minute until he saw her get up with her friend and go out to the dance floor.
"Hey, Tuukk, you, you ok man?" Seguin asked, not completely sober but clearly noticing that Tuukka was in a daze.
"That girl. In the white dress. I recognize her. She's the reason they scored on me, she, she was at the game today and I couldn't focus--"
"Say no more. I'm your wingman brotha," Seguin said as he grabbed Tuukka and they walked out onto the dance floor.
"Oh man, Segs is just so... unnnggggh" Cara said to Katie.
"You're such a puck slut Cara! I like to call him 'baby face'." Katie said while rolling her eyes, then laughing at herself.
"You bitch! And, well, it's not like I can deny it. Yeah, I am a puck slut," she admitted, a small smile creeping up.
They turned to watch the Bruins as they practiced before their game. The Bruins all shot on Tuukka Rask, the goalie, and he blocked all of their shots.
"Tuukka time!!" A guy holding beers behind them shouted, several small cheers erupting around the girls.
The Bruins had finished shooting at Tuukka and he now had a minute to take a break and get some water before the national anthem. He sprayed the water bottle at his face and told himself what he had to do. Focus, focus, focus. Never lose focus.
He looked over at the stands to his right just for the hell of it, to calm himself down. Lots of screaming fans, guys in jerseys holding beers and laughing, and families getting ready for a good game.
He looked up a little, and saw a very familiar looking girl. Very familiar looking. Tuukka stared for a few moments because he knew this girl from somewhere.
Tuukka
What the fuck? Who is that? She's definitely not a puck slut, she's not wearing any tight clothes... How do I know this girl?
Tuukka's mind swarmed with thousands of questions as he skated up and looked down while Rene Rancourt began to sing.
Shit shit shit, I need to focus. Who the hell is this girl? Stay on your feet. Watch the 5-hole, Kessel's gonna be hard to read. How do I not remember her? Fuck it, focus on your fucking job. Protect the goal. Who the fuck is that girl.
By the time Tuukka's head stopped spinning the national anthem for both teams was over and Tuukka found himself skating back to the net. He pulled his mask up and kneeled and just stared at his legs and knees. His mind had 20 different things on it.
The puck dropped and Tuukka instantly snapped into game mode, or 90% game mode... 10% of his mind was still on that one girl. He knew that girl somehow, and he needed to figure it out.
A few minutes in, Bergeron went to the penalty box. Shit.
14 seconds into the power play Tuukka suddenly found himself stumbling and jumping to the left, trying to block a shot. The puck went back to Van Reimsdyk who hit it into the net. Chara had been on top of Rask and he couldn't get up in time to get back in front of the net.
"SHIT" Tuukka exclaimed. The first goal of the entire playoff series belonged to the Maple Leafs... he certainly hadn't seen that one coming.
Part of the reason for the goal was that Tuukka wasn't 100% focused on the puck.
He needed to find this girl, soon, but right now he had to get his shit together and focus on his job.
Tuukka pulled himself together and pushed every extrinsic thought out of his mind until the game was over and the Bruins had beat the Maple Leafs 4-1.
"Hey Tuukka, you coming out with us tonight?" asked Tyler as he pulled off his gear in the locker room.
Tuukka was tired, but he nodded and simply said "sure". After all, they had won their first playoff game pretty solidly.
Katie and Cara were a bit tipsy by the time the game was over. After a few beers, they were both yelling and screaming with every play.
"Hey. Hey. You, you know what we should do?" Cara questioned.
"What?"
"We should go to a club. Let's, let's go. Let's just gooo!"
"Cara, I think you've. You've had a bit too much to drink."
"We're taking a cab anyways -- let's just- just go back to the apartment, change real quickly, then leave. What's so bad about having a good time?
"Alright, I guess so."
By the time Tuukka finished with showering, changing, interviews and getting his equipment packed, it was 11:30 at night. He drove over to Seguin's with a bunch of the guys to drop off his stuff.
The only thing Tuukka really wanted to do was just find a puck bunny and call it a night. People obviously knew who he was, so it'd be fairly easy, and he wanted it to be an easy night with even easier girls. Just find a puck slut and get a good night out of it, he told himself.
Katie
"KATIE!! LET'S GO HERE!! IT'S 11:45!" Cara screeched as I finished putting the last of my mascara on.
"Jesus Cara! Gimme 5 more minutes!" I yelled back and heard a huge groan in return.
God forbid we don't get to the club exactly on fucking time, I thought to myself. I pulled my dress up and put the strap over my shoulder. Jesus this thing is tight.
I stepped into my wedges, only a few inches tall because I didn't want to over-do it and get back on those damn crutches.
I checked my hair in the mirror one last time, sprayed perfume at myself and my wrist and then walked out of the bathroom with my clutch.
"Good, you look hot, now let's go" Cara grumbled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the apartment, closing the door behind us.
Katie arrived at the club around midnight, when it was in full swing. People were already hammered and dancing all over the place, and Katie was a bit hammered herself which made it a better experience.
She walked over to the bar with Cara and got an apple martini, one of the stereotypical girl club drinks. Cara ordered a rum runner and they sat for a few minutes drinking.
Tuukka was already in the VIP section of the club. He was sitting on the couch and suddenly a shot glass was thrust at him and he, Brad, Tyler and Krejci all took a few shots.
After about 5 shots, Tuukka was beginning to get fuzzy. He looked around the club at all of the girls dancing in black skin tight dresses and tall heels. Suddenly he looked at the bar, and... there she was.
He couldn't believe himself. At first Tuukka thought that it was all of the shots he'd just taken, but he blinked a few times and she was still sitting there, in a white dress talking to her friend and smiling.
He looked at her for a minute until he saw her get up with her friend and go out to the dance floor.
"Hey, Tuukk, you, you ok man?" Seguin asked, not completely sober but clearly noticing that Tuukka was in a daze.
"That girl. In the white dress. I recognize her. She's the reason they scored on me, she, she was at the game today and I couldn't focus--"
"Say no more. I'm your wingman brotha," Seguin said as he grabbed Tuukka and they walked out onto the dance floor.
Notes
aaaah cliffhangersi like putting pictures into the story, i'll do that more!
more to come later -- i have stuff from 7-4 erryday so i'm swamped until friday, but i'll get 2 more up hopefully before then
please don't be afraid to comment, i am you you are me we are one
here is a gif of seguin grinding at a 4th of july party for u all
this gif actually pisses me off idk why it just does
Love this!!! Tuukka is super sexy.
4/26/14