Charlotte O'Hara was no stranger to the lime light, so when she walked into the bar and all eyes suddenly drifted to her it was no big deal; in fact she was used to it. Charlotte was the 2 time reigning American woman's figure skating champion and was their hopeful golden darling for the upcoming Olympics. The fact that her season had just started and she already needed a night out told her just how long this year was going to be. Walking in with a few of her friends, she felt the stares and even heard some of the comments the male patrons were directing towards her, but she loved it. She had dressed to impress tonight and that was definitely clear to anyone who looked at her. Being from Chicago there was no shortage of night life here, especially in the midst of sports season and she was going to take advantage of it. Half way to the bar she noticed a few of her friends had stopped and directed their attention over to the stairs nearing the back of the club that led to the VIP section. Looking in the same direction she noticed a couple of very well dressed guys walking down the stairs and smirked to herself, always enjoying a well dressed good looking guy. Lana, the closest one to Charlotte, leaned back with her eyes still on the men.
"Oh my god."
Charlotte chuckled, "they are pretty oh my god worthy, but I'm not sure if they're ten minute stare worthy."
Trish, one of her other friends tore her gaze away from the stairs to look at Charlotte in bewilderment.
"You're telling me you don't know who they are?"
She looked back at them and back at her friend, "nope. Should I?"
"Oh my god Char, you live in fucking Chicago and you can't even recognize three Blackhawks when they're in the same room as you?!"
Looking back in the direction they came from, she frowned slightly when she noticed they were no longer over there.
"How much free time do you think I get? Definitely not enough to study each and every member of a hockey team!"
"They're not just a hockey team Char, they're the Stanley Cup winning hockey team. How did you not recognize them!"
"What one's were they? 'Cause the only Blackhawks I would recognize are Toews and Kane, but it's kinda hard to find something in this city that doesn't have one of their faces plastered all over it."
"Oh yeah, THAT'S why you would recognize them. Not because they're gorgeous or anything." Jane piped up from behind Charlotte.
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "fine. I will admit that Cap's pretty nice to look at."
"Pretty nice? Have you SEEN that man's ass?"
Charlotte directed her gaze back to Trish, "it kinda worries me what you do with your spare time, Trish."
Trish rolled her eyes and sighed, "guess that means you haven't seen it."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the same men from earlier heading back up the stairs.
"You guys think he's up there?"
The group of girls shrugged, and Jane spoke up, "not sure, I've heard he doesn't go out a lot."
"Well why don't we find ladies?"
Charlotte started in the direction of the stairs and looked back at her friends standing like statues in the middle of the floor.
"Are you guys joining, or am I taking on the whole team by myself?" She chuckled when they all scurried towards her.
"How exactly do you plan on getting up there?" Lana questioned.
She turned with a smirk on her face, "Blackhawks aren't the only royalty in this town."
She approached the man standing at the bottom of the stairs and smirked.
"Evening."
He looked over at her, "Hi. You on the list?"
"Depends what list you have." She settled on her right foot, slightly popping out her hip.
"Cute. But seriously, name?"
"Charlotte O'Hara."
The guy looked up from his clipboard and furrowed his eyebrows.
"THE Charlotte O'Hara? The one my daughter has pictures of all over her room?"
"Only if your daughter likes figure skating." Charlotte smiled.
He chuckled at her and moved to undo the rope that was currently blocking the entrance to the stairs, "these three with you?"
"Yep! Let's go ladies." She smirked as she sauntered up the stairs, not quite knowing what to expect when she got to the top.
She stopped just after she got to the top of the stairs, giving the girls behind her enough room to stand. They all surveyed the room and she heard sighs from behind her.
"This might just classify as the best night of my life."
"Ditto, I've never seen so many guys I wanna take home with me in a room at once."
The girls chuckled at Trish's statement as Charlotte's eyes landed on him.
"Bingo."
All three girls turned in the direction Charlotte was looking and noticed who she was talking about. Jonathan Toews sat in the corner of the room, beer in hand and boys in tow.
"Oh my GOD he's even better looking in person." Lana sighed, running a hand through her hair.
Charlotte chuckled at the reactions of her friends, but she wasn't quite as taken with all of the men as they were. She had experienced her fair share of attractive guys with status since her dive into the figure skating world, and hockey players were definitely not on the top of that list. However, she did have to admit that Jon was better looking than most.
"So princess O'Hara, are you going to go over there and work your magic or what?"
As Jane said that from behind her, she noticed Jon look up his brown orbs staring directly into her blue ones. They held the stare for a few seconds before he diverted his gaze to scan his eyes over the rest of her body. A small smirk appeared on his face and he turned to his friends saying something and getting up. The smirk on her face grew as she watched him getting closer to her. As he approached, they went back to their staring contest, her noticing how gorgeous his eyes were as he got closer.
"Charlotte O'Hara." He said when he got close enough for her to hear him.
"Jonathan Toews." She mimicked his tone.
All three girls standing behind Charlotte immediately snapped their heads in the direction of the male voice and Jon chuckled as their eyes grew.
"I've never seen you here before."
She smirked slightly, "that's 'cause I'm not usually out during competition season. By the way, I'm surprised you know who I am."
"I think everyone in the sports world knows who Charlotte O'Hara is. America's shot for an Olympic gold. Besides, you knew who I was."
"Kinda hard when your face covers half of the town," she said with a chuckle, licking her lips at the end.
"You ladies mind if I steal your friend from you for a little bit?"
"Not at all." Trish was the one to speak up while all three women stood still staring at him.
He nodded towards them and looked back down at Charlotte. "Want a drink?"
"I'd love one."
He put his hand out, signalling her to go first, and led her to the bar with his large hand on the small of her back. She had to admit that she felt a small shiver course through her body as soon as he touched her and it made he smirk slightly. As they approached the bar, he slid beside her, hand not leaving her back. "What's your poison?"
"Whiskey."
His eyebrows shot up as the word left her mouth.
"Wow, big drink for a little girl in frilly dresses."
"Frilly dresses are only for the ice, which I could probably skate circles around you on. But we're not on the ice tonight and I've got my big girl pants on. So whisky it is."
Jon started at her for a second with an impressed look on his face. "Alright then, whisky for the feisty lady it is."
Turning to the bartender, he kept his hand on her back almost like he was making sure she didn't run away from him. A few moments later he turned back to her handing her her drink and holding his up.
"Cheers."
She clinked the rim of her glass with his and nodded slightly before taking a sip of the liquid. She smiled as the liquid ran down her throat, burning slightly in it's path. When she looked back up, she noticed that Jon was staring at her again.
"Wanna dance?"
She nodded and downed the rest of her drink standing up, staring down at him waiting for him to move. He chuckled and followed her lead downing the rest of his and standing up taking her hand leading her out to the middle of the room. As she turned her body to face him, one of her friends hollered from the side of the room.
"Go Princess!"
She chuckled and threw a wink over Jon's shoulder to her girls who were sitting in a booth with a few other members of the Blackhawks all looking like they were having the best night of their lives.
"Princess, huh?"
She felt a tingle move down her spine as he spoke the words in her ear, right above a whisper. She repeated his actions and answered, "Yep, and you're the prince."
He pulled back a little to look at her, both of them still keeping the rhythm of the music.
"What's your logic there?"
"Well we might not be royalty, but we're the closest thing this city has, don't you think?"
He smirked at her explanation and pulled her closer to him, if that was even possible. Her eyes closed slightly at the feeling of him being that close to her and he chuckled.
"Doesn't the prince always get with the princess in the end?"
"Depends if the prince plays his cards right," she smirked up at him staring into his brown eyes again.
He dipped his head down bringing his face dangerously close to Charlottes.
"How are my card playing skills right now?"
"I'd say they're pretty damn good." She snaked her hand to the back of his neck pulling his lips down on hers and bringing them as close as they could be. Her brain exploded at the feeling of the kiss. She could definitely say that this was the best kiss she had had in her 22 years of being on this earth and from that, she deducted that Chicago's royalty would definitely end up together tonight.

Notes

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