"Dude she's different," Patrick said to Toews about the girl he had met last night.

"Patty that's what you say about every girl you meet and every time they end up wanting something and you don't," Jonathan spat out at Patrick, "And in the end you up looking like a douche." Jonathan had gotten fed up of Patrick and his games with girls. Patrick would always say that a girl was different or he could really see himself settling down with them, and every single damn time he just dumped them. Left them in the dust.

"Ouch."

"Look Pat, girls aren't toys here at our disposal, except puck bunnies but that's a different story. Stop getting girls hopes up. You know you aren't going to settle down for a while so keep having fun. Stop saying the girls are different okay because you get their hopes up and it reflects poorly on you," Jonathan said feeling sorry for needing to explain this Patrick for what felt like the hundredth time, "What happened to the fun Patrick who only ever wanted to hook up and wanted nothing out of it?"

"He grew up and wanted more."

"Come on buddy," Toews said wrapping an arm around Pats shoulder, "We'll find you a girl worth your time. One to take home to the parents."

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Zoe had been speechless. She was standing in the bar before opening and Michaela had just told her all about how to Blackhawks might come to their bar tonight. Zoe was a diehard Bruins fan, but Michaela practically bled red and black and occasionally white.

"Hey Jake can I have the night off?" Zoe said shaking her head back and forth.

"No you may not, but thanks for asking," Jake said walking through the bar whistling and carrying a box of his famous homemade beer.

"But the Bruins would be so disappointed in me for even associating with the Blackhawks," Zoe said, seconds from getting on her knees to beg for a night away from the bar. She had worked every night since moving from Boston to Chicago with her best friend Andrea for college. That was three years ago. She never complained. She and Andrea needed all the money they could get.

"Well maybe you should go work at a bar in Boston," Jake said finally looking up from the bar to the pouting Zoe and laughing Michaela, "Besides you're my only hot bartender so they can fight over you."

"I have never hated a person in my life, but you jake, I hate you," Zoe said throwing her hands up knowing full well she would numbers from every guy at the bar tonight. She always did. Every night the bars trash had number after number thrown into it. Some from Michaela but most from Zoe. Zoe wouldn't lie. Getting a Blackhawks number would be quite the accomplishment but she couldn't cheat on the Bruins. That was unfair.

"Isn't it kind of weird only having two girls work with twenty men?" Michaela asked finally realizing that the only other employees were men.

"No. I hired Zoe because she was a hot bartender and you because you have a nice ass so when you pick up glasses well..." Jake said looking towards Michaela's ass.

"You're a pig," Zoe said looking disgustingly at her young, attractive boss.

"A pig that both of you have slept with." Zoe and Michaela both looked at each other and chuckled.

"I had just broken up with a boyfriend," Michaela said throwing her hands up in defense. Both she and Jake looked at Zoe as if to ask her reasoning for sleeping with her boss.

"Poor lapse in judgement."

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The Blackhawks had just won against the Minnesota wild. The final score being 5-0. They had been playing extremely well this season and had a shot at getting close and maybe even winning the Stanley Cup. The guys had agreed to check out a bar they had heard about a while back if they had won they game. It was called Whiskey Business and of all the years the guys had gone to bars they had yet to go to this.

Whiskey Business had the best beer and apparently bartenders. They were the best bar in Chicago, but it was a classy. The guys knew that they wouldn't be able to take anybody home that night. A classy bar wasn't exactly the type of bar where you find puck bunnies.

"I heard there is one bartender who gets every guys number, not even asking for it, and never calls," Sharp said while the guys were showering and getting ready to head to bar.

"Ouch that's cold," Crawford said laughing at how just a month ago he had given her his number and she had never called. Why hadn't anybody told him?

"I bet I could get her to call," Toews said, saying it as if it was just a walk in the park.

"You're on Toews," Sharp said, shaking Jonathan's hand before buttoning his shirt. Patrick just laughed at the sheer stupidity of his teammates. But when push came to shove, they had his back and he had his. There was something about seeing each others junk that made you become surprisingly close to people.

The guys packed up their stuff and headed out to put their bags in their cars. The bar was just two minutes away and they hoped to get autographing and pictures done with before getting drunk at the bar. Patrick hoped he might find someone that would catch his eye. He was tired of spending nights alone in his apartment when the regular punk bunnies just wouldn't do it for him. He wanted to find someone that was turning heads... and boy did he find someone.

She was working at the bar. Her dark auburn hair was long and wavy halfway down her tight, black dress. Her dress had a sheer see-through V shape in the front of the dress. Her heels made her tall but every person there still towered over her. Her eye makeup was dark but not to the point of distraction. It was overwhelming enough to make her eyes the first place you look. Then to her tanned legs showing out of her short black dress and finally to her breasts that were larger than would be expected but nothing out of the ordinary. She was beautiful and every guy there knew it. Including Pat's teammates.

The second they walked in the door she was the first thing everyones eyes landed on. She was the only girl bartender and for obvious reasons she was the busiest bartender too. Her boss must be pretty proud of snatching her up to work for him. Patrick was pretty sure she was part of the reason half the people at the bar were there that night.

His teammates sauntered up to the bar and made sure to catch her attention. That wouldn't be hard when all the girls were staring at the team. Patrick laughed. There was nothing like seeing hundreds of girls staring at guys who were only staring at one girl, paying no attention to the attractive girls eye-raping them.

"Can I get a drink?" Toews asked in his most seductive yet appealing voice. The girl automatically looked up from the drink she was pouring to look at Jonathan. She eyed him and finally agreed to the rest of the bartenders to take him on as her "client."

"What do you want?" She said with a deeper voice than what Patrick had expected but it was still incredibly sexy.

"What would you suggest?" Jonathan asked, having not even thought about what he would get.

"I hear the Whiskey is good," She said making the guys behind Toews laugh and look to see what Jonathan had up his sleeve. He had nothing. She was anything but interested. He just nodded his head to agreement to a glass of whiskey and he payed him and went to the dance floor in full rejection. Some of the other guys ordered their drinks and payed more than they should have for just seeing her turn down Jonathan with only six words. She smiled before looking at Patrick.

"What can I can get cha?" Zoe asked staring in his eyes. He was cute. He wasn't just cute he was exceedingly handsome.

"Your best beer please," Patrick said not knowing what was good. Zoe did. She grabbed a bottle of Jakes homemade beer and handed it to Patrick. He opened a tab for himself, knowing full well he would drink himself into a coma tonight. He looked at the girl before turning around and leaning against the bar and looking at his teammates scouring the bar for hot girls. There were plenty but they weren't puck bunnies and weren't as willing as most should be when meeting a famous hockey player.

"That one is Patrick Kane," Patrick heard someone say before turning around to see a Michaela pointing at him and Zoe just awkwardly smiling like she had been caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. He laughed and they walked over to where he standing at the bar.

"Sorry. She's a Bruins fan and wanted to know the guys on the team," Michaela said smiling apologetically.

"Bruins fan eh?" Patrick said wondering why a Bruin hadn't picked this girl up when they had the chance, "From Boston?"

"Born and raised," Zoe said incapable of looking him in the eyes. He was too handsome for words.

"Now I understand why you ever want to be a fan of that hockey team," Patrick said making Michaela laugh.

Zoe just made a face before saying, "Better than being a Blackhawks fan right?"

"Ouch."

"Oh my god why would you ever say that to Patrick Kane," Michaela said smacking Zoe on the arm, acting like it was a sin to say something rude to a professional hockey player.

"I'm Patrick Kane. If you haven't realized," Patrick said finally realizing he could make something from the jokingly rude comment. He wasn't anywhere near offended. He liked her wits and enjoyed someone who could put up a fight.

"I figured," Zoe said laughing and shaking Patricks hand, "I'm Zoe."

"I don't get a last name?"

"Only important people know my last name."

"It's Martin," Michaela blurted out before laughing and walking out of the bar area to collect drinks.

"She's fun," Kane said amused at what was going to happen later that night when he had left.

"Almost as fun as your team," Zoe said nodding her head towards the dance floor, "They stare like that often?"

"Only when I'm talking to the girl that rejected all of them," Patrick said after turning away from looking at the wide-eyed guys he called his team. He would get so much shit for even getting Zoe's name. Zoe laughed and looked back behind Patrick. He was about to turn around when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew it was Toews the second it landed on his jacket.

"We're gonna head out," Jonathan said slurring each and every word. Zoe looked at him surprised he was drunk but then looked at the rest of the team and quickly realized they all were. The only half sober one was Patrick and he was the only one who wanted to get shit faced. Patrick payed his tab and got up from his seat he had been sitting in since he saw Zoe.

"Bye Kane," Zoe said smiling and giving him a wink.

"Bye Martin."