Giroux

I kept staring at Monica and the guy she was talking to. Her smile was something I hadn't seen much of. The guy was able to make her smile like it was his job. It had to be the excessive amount of alcohol she had consumed already.

"Do you know the guy she's with?" I asked James who was getting a drink.

"Nah, why do you care?" he asked.

"I don't. It's just kind of weird."

"It's weird that she's getting hit on in a club? It seems perfectly normal to me, man. If it bothers you so much though, go over there and talk to her. I'm going to find someone to take home tonight," I heard him say before he left.

I found myself walking into the direction of the girl. I took a seat on her left. The guy kind of looked a little bit taken back, but I could care less.

"Hey," I said to the girl.

"Hey, what do you want?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to dance. Since you've been sitting in the corner all night long," I joked with her. She smiled a little.

"I'm fine."

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"It's alright, G. I don't mind just hanging out here," she insisted.

"You're dancing, that's final--"

"Hey buddy, if the girl doesn't want to be bothered then leave her alone," the guy next to Mo interrupted. I gave him a strange look.

"Dude, who are you?" I asked, sounding rude.

"That doesn't matter to you," he muttered.

Monica had her eyes going back and forth from the two of us. We were now sizing each other up by the bar. I could feel that this wasn't going to end well.

"It does because she's my friend. I'm not going to let her hang around assholes like you." I had no clue what was making me say all of these things, but they were just playing out. Other people noticed us arguing. They were all standing around the scene now.

"Oh buddy, I'm an asshole?" His sarcastic chuckle irritated me to the core.

"Come on guys, we--" Monica tried to say, but I cut her off.

"Well, fuck you are!" I yelled and with that we were off.

.....

Monica

I had no clue what happened. I remembered Claude coming over and then Logan started getting heated up, then all of a sudden they ended up here.

Claude was on top of Logan, throwing lefts and rights. I seen Claude take a few hard blows. I winced seeing the amount of pain the two must be facing. Sure I was a hockey player, but I still felt injuries and pain! I panicked and didn't know what to do.

"Mike! Mike!" I screamed looking for my team mate. "Jeff! Fuck, where is everyone?"

The two guys in front of me were cursing and beating the shit out of each other. Since no one came I immediately had to intervene myself. I tried to pull Claude off, but Logan just got a free shot on Claude's face. I closed my eyes because it look like it hurt.

"Stop! Please, Logan! He's my friend!" I screamed.

A huge crowd was around us, but out of that crowd I seen James Van Reimsdyk pushing through, with Jeff Carter trailing along. The two quickly managed to pull Claude off of Logan. The both of them had some bad injuries to their faces. Blood was dripping down from Claude's face. I rushed over to his attention.

"What the fuck, Logan!" I yelled at him.

"Stupid bitch," he muttered to me.

"What the fuck did you call her?" Giroux yelled back and I just pulled him out of the club because I seen the security making it's way to us. If they were to I.D. us they would see that we were under age. I couldn't let that happen.

I got outside and the cold wind hit me. I held G's hand and led him to a bench that was stationed across the street from the club. I ordered him to sit and he did. After a couple of minutes James and Jeff found us outside.

I checked out his face, noticing all of his blood and cuts. I had tears coming down my face. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault!" I took a knee in front of him and tried to wipe the blood away above his eyebrow.

"Don't be, Money. It was my fault." He smiled a little. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. I found myself smiling a little.

I groaned. "Why do you guys call me that?" He laughed, but when he opened his mouth I could see the blood dripping. James handed me some napkins and a water bottle. I went to his aid and started being the doctor.

"What the fuck happened, G? When I told you to go over there, I didn't mean for you to start shit!" James yelled at him.

I wiped his face. "I'll explain it after, I just need to cool down."

"Captain is going to kill me for letting you get beat up," I told them. "Where the fuck was everyone? I tried calling all of you guys and no one came!"

"Pronger went home to his girlfriend. Hartnell just got drunk then left. Carcillo, Coburn, Gagne and the other's either found their girl for the night or just went home after a while. I don't know what happened to Asham though," Jeff explained.

I sighed and kept wiping Claude's face. "Arron went home after he had a drink with me."
"Oh, makes sense."

"Well, you guys should probably head back home. I can take care of him," I said pointing to the beaten up Flyer on the bench. "Briere is probably sleeping. We can't just send him home looking like that," I told the guys and they nodded their heads.

"Okay, sounds good. Call us tomorrow then," James explained before walking off with Jeff.
I sat next to Claude on the bench. He was pretty quiet for a while. We watched the two figures in the distance disappear. I just rested my head on his shoulder and snuggled in closer to him as it was pretty chilly outside tonight.

"I'm so fucking tired," I admitted.

"I'm sorry, Monica. I didn't mean for it to all get out of hand like that," he apologized.
"It's fine. As long as you're alright. Now come on, we should probably find a cab," I told him as I intertwined our fingers together.

Notes

looking for a co-author. please have some type of education on sentence structure, grammar and stuff. it doesn't have to be perfect because i make mistakes quite often. anyways just let me know!