Pre-season was finally over and I had been given a spot on the second line with Van Reimsdyk and Giroux, due to our chemistry. Personally, I enjoyed my line mates. "Hey Mo, get over here!" I heard Pronger yell at me. I looked over to see a group of guys all gathered together.

I walked up to the bunch of men. "What do you want?"

"We're going to officially show you the ropes to being a Flyer," he cooed.

"We're taking you out to drink tonight!" Richards yelled rather loudly.

"I'm not of legal age in the states," I spoke dully.

I heard a few chuckles, as if I was out of the loop for some kind of joke. "That doesn't really matter. G always drinks here."

"Okay..."

......

I walked out of my hotel wearing some clothes I didn't plan on wearing here, but tonight was the night. My black dress showed quite a bit of cleavage. The only thing I was worried about was what the guys were to think.

I hopped into the black limousine. I slid into the seats. I heard the guys shout there infamous cat calls. I rolled my eyes at the immaturity. These were some of the many reasons why I didn't hang out with any of the hockey players in during training camps.

"You know, I'm thinking of changing into something else," I said and they instantly all shut up.
"We got to get you out of that hotel," Hartnell said.

"I don't mind opening up my house to you," Richards offered. It would be a little weird for me to bunk with Mike, but we were team mates.

"Uh, okay."

"We can get your stuff to my house tomorrow then."

......

We got to the club and we all walked in as a huge group. The guys were able to cut through the long line that nearly went around the block. I felt James pull my hand into the dark room with beaming lights in every direction. James let go of my hand because he spotted his prey quickly. His eyes followed a pretty blonde who hardly wore clothes. I chuckled to myself. They're all the same. It doesn't matter what level of hockey you're at. Boys will be boys.

I wasn't interested in dancing, so I headed to the bar. I took a seat and waved the bartender over. "Yeah, what can I get you, babe?"

"A Rusty Nail, please."

"Make that two," I heard someone say. I glanced to my left to see Arron Asham taking a seat next to me. I smiled over at the guy. For a guy that really knew how to throw a punch, he was one of the more friendlier guys.

"You like Scotch?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Any type of alcohol is pretty good for me," he shrugged, "So, this is supposed to be the night where the guys take you out, am I right?" he asked while he took the drink the bartender slid him.

"Supposed to be." I took a sip of my drink and my nose cringed at the shocking taste.

He laughed a little. "And you're the one sitting at the bar all by yourself. They really know how to treat a lady, don't they?" he joked causing me to chuckle.

"They're true gentlemen's."

"Well hun, I'm going to head home. My wife is probably waiting around for me any ways " he explained as he downed the rest of his drink.

"But we seriously just got here!" I protested.

He shrugged a little. "I don't know. Not really feeling up to drinking tonight. I'll see you tomorrow, Mojo." He waved and walked away, just like that. I sighed since I was left sitting at the bar, alone.

I pulled out my phone and saw that it was only rolling around eleven. I was debating in my head whether to leave like Arron, or not. It wasn't like anyone took interest in me at the club, not even my own team mates. My mind completely changed when I seen a guy sit next to me, yet again.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked. I looked him up and down. I soon realized that he was pretty cute. He had blonde hair, but his eye colour was hard to tell with the lighting. His looks were disregarded when he decided to take interest in me and peel me away from boredom.

"Sure, but can I get your name?" I asked, trying to be smooth.

"Logan, and yours?"

"Monica," I replied with a toothy grin.

"Hey! You're that hockey player. Mojo, am I right?" His smile lit up this whole place.
"That's me."

"Yeah, you're all they've been talking about the last month probably. You girl, are making history and making plenty of opportunities for other girls coming up." I smiled at the compliment. "So, I'm going to get you my favourite drink around here," he told me. He called over the bartender.

"Can I get a Sloppy Pussy?" he asked and I couldn't stop laughing.

"They actually call a drink that here in Philly?" I asked, amazed.

"Yeah and it's the best. Watch, try it!"

Notes

i know its been a while. sry