"Hey Mike?" I asked, heading for the sink in the mens room of the restaurant we were in.

"Sup dude?" He replied.

"Have you heard the trade rumors?" I asked. "Ovechkin might be headed to a Canadian team."

"Really?" He asked. "They need it. All the Canadian teams are shit. They're a fucking disgrace."

"I know." I nodded my agreement, as we left the washroom, and headed towards the table.

Colette smiled when we sat down, and took a deep breath.

"OK. They can go on the bus." She said, motioning to Avia and Emmi, as they cheered and high-fived each other.

I smiled and nodded, as our food was delivered in take out boxes, and the bill was placed on the table. Mike and Shay both grabbed their wallets, and reached for the bill.

"I got this guys." I said, snatching the bill out of both of their hands.

Shay protested, but I was already gone, paying the money to the waitress.

"Lets go." I said, as the Butlers and Mike joined me at the door.

We headed out into the cool night, walking toward our hotel, a few blocks away.

"What line are you on for tomorrow Jakie?" Mike asked.

"First, buddy!" I laughed at the stunned expression on his face.

"First what?" He asked. "Injured reserve?"

I laughed, and kept walking.

Avia caught up with me, and tugged on the sleeve of my dress coat.

"Jake, can we go swimming tonight?" She asked quietly.

"Sure." I nodded. "Why not?"

She smiled, and headed back to report the news to Emmi, who was sluggishly tagging along behind the group.

We arrived at the hotel, and headed into the lobby.

"Night Mike. Call me on my cell at about 8 tomorrow." I said to Mike.

"Sure thing." He replied, and headed up the elevator to his room.