Cold stares were sent Raegan’s way as she stood behind the bar, here she was working in Chicago and she wore of her many Vancouver Canucks jerseys. She rolled her eyes at the people and continued to work.

“Pretentious assholes.”

She said to herself as she filled another beer and passed to a man down the bar.

“You shouldn’t wear that.”

Her co-worker Nick said as he walked behind her, again Raegan rolled her eyes.

“Shut it Nic. They're an amazing team, alright.”

“You’re just in love with Kesler.”

“I’m not. He’s a super sweet guy, but Rypien’s my man.”

“Rick Rypien? Really? Isn’t he on and off with the team?”

“Yeah, so? He’s an amazing player.”

Nick rolled his eyes and poured more drinks. As Raegan continued her work she heard someone sit in front of her, she looked up to see a pair of teal-green eyes staring back at her. She’s seen those eyes before, only on the television screen and a jumbotron.

“Hey baby.”

“What’s up.”

“Working. You getting a drink or what?”

“What do recommend?”

“For you to get the fuck out of my hair.”

She said flatly and passed him a bottle of Budweiser and walked away from him. She looked
back to see him walking back to his team with all of his friends, who she’s guessing are giving him shit.

“The hell Rags? That was Patrick Kane. No one talks to him like that.”

“Well I just did and I’m a Canuck, remember.”

She said with a little laugh.

---

As Raegan was about to grab her coat, but her boss,Jim, grabbed her hand.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, but I need to hurry.”

“Fine. What the hell was that with Kane?”

“What about it?”

“The you talked to him. The Hawks are a good score of income here.”

“It’s not like their not going to come here now because I did go to bed with Kane. It’s fine. I’ll see you on Friday, Jim.”

She said walking away from him and out of the restaurant, and out into the cold Chicago fall night. The sound of her brown leather boots hit the pavement as she walked down the block towards her and her best friend’s apartment.

She felt her pocket vibrate in against her side from inside her purse. She went to dig it out for her black-hole of a purse, when she found it the touch screen was lit up by an unknown number.

Is this Raegan? You’re boss gave me your number.-Unknown

Yeah this is Raegan. Who the fuck is this?

She shot the text out and hurried along with the crowd of club goers across the street.

Vibrate.

Patrick Kane. I have a bone to pick with you.-Unknown

Why? Just because I didn’t give into your give into your so-call charm?

Another vibrate.

Are you off work?-OC

On my way home. You’ll never guess what happened at work. Tell you when I get home.

KK-OC
As Ragean walked she felt her phone vibrate again, she guessed it was Patrick and didn’t look at her phone and continued to walk home.

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“So what happened?”

Mary called to her roommate when she opened the door.

“Jesus, I’m not even two feet inside.”

Mary laughed and Raegan shut the door and started to remove her boots.

“So what happened?”

Mary asked walking into the living room from the hallway where their bedroom where located.

“So, I was working the bar and guess who started to “hit” on me?”

“Jarmior Jagr?”

“No, but fuck I wish.”

Raegan said with a little laugh, knowing that she would love to have that Czech hit on her, and do whatever he wanted to do with her.

“So, what the fuck happened?”

Mary asked, becoming inpatient. Raegan walked over to her roommate who was in the living room, and threw herself on the sofa so she was face down.

“Patrick Kane.”

Mary screamed, making Raegan jump and her head shot up.

“Calm the fuck down, it’s just-”

“The fuck. It’s not just Patrick Kane. Oh, my God! Did you see Toews?!”

“No.”

She said pulling out her phone seeing that Kane was the one who texted her on her way home.

Girl I have tons of game. You’re just a dumb Canucks fan.-Unknown

Wow classy asswipe. Now leave me alone, I’m with someone.

Than she exited out for her texts with Patrick and went to find Rick’s number.

“How’s Rick?”

Mary asked after she was done fangirling over the Blackhawks. Raegan put her phone up to her ear and pointed to it, indicating that she was calling him.

“Oh. Sorry.”

Than she got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving Raegan to listen to the tone of the ringing phone, waiting for Rick to pick up. Than after three rings his voice came through.

“Hey hon.”

This made Raegan smile.

“Hey sweetie. How was your day?”

“Good. Long practice, but it was good. You?”

“Work was work and Patrick Kane hit on me today.”

“Wait. What?!”

“It’s fine Rick. I told him to fuck off. Don’t worry. I’m being serious.”

She knew that rick was mad about this and he wasn’t going to let it go, she thought it would be best to leave out the part about him having her number.

“So, how’s Kevin and the guys?”

“They’re fine. we all still miss you. When are you coming back it’s, been almost six months.”

“I know. Mary still needs my help, I’m sorry. You guys are coming here on the 21st remember.”

“Of course I did. Do you think I’d forget something like that?”

“I hope you don’t forget about me.”

“Why would I forget about the best thing in my life?”

Raegan smiled into the phone and giggled at Rick. She was now sitting criss-cross on the sofa and was twirling a strand of her blonde hair on her finger.

“I watched the game at work. Tell Lu to keep his glove up, he was cutting it close.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. Since when are you allowed to watch out games at work?”

“Nothing else was on. Hearing everyone booing when you guys won, kind of sucked. But hey what can you do, they’re Blackhawks fans.”

“HEY! I can hear you!”

Mary yelled from the kitchee, making both Raegan and Rick laugh. Than Raegan’s phone vibrated against her ear, again she was guessing it was Patrick.

“Did you wear my jersey?”

“What else? I got a shit ton of dirty looks though. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. I’ll be there before you know it. I have to hit the hay. I love you Raegan.”

“I love you too, Rick. Text me when you head to Edmonton.”

“I will. Bye baby.”

“Bye sweetie.”

Than nothing.

Raegan let out a loud sigh and looked at her screen a text from Patrick.

You’re not fucking with a Canuck are you?-Unknown

She puffed out her chest and the the screen on the letters she wanted.

For a matter of fact, I am. What part of this is your business? NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!

Notes

Commet and rate!!!!