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Can't Be Changed

Laissez Faire

“Let’s fuckin’ party!” Patrick exclaimed after the team landed in O’Hare International after the win in Philadelphia. It was four in the morning, yet every teammate was as energetic as they were during the game. The ride on the plane loud, and crazy, not one person sitting down. The team stepped off the plane bleary-eyed and reeking of alcohol, with Jonathan Toews hoisting the beer soaked Stanley Cup high in the air. They paraded the cup around the terminal before stepping into the crowd of reporters.

“Come on guys! Off to Harry Caray’s!” Jonathan Toews exclaimed to his fellow teammates. They all shouted and rooted and piled in to taxi’s heading off to their private party.

*

“Kaner!” Patrick turned at the sound of his name, “We’re doin’ shots!” Adam Burish exclaimed to the younger player. Smiling, Patrick nodded and glanced down at his phone.

23 Missed Calls:

36 New Text Messages:

12 Voice Messages:
.

None of the messages really mattered to Patrick at that moment in time, he would call back and thank everyone for their congratulations later. Scanning through them quickly he noticed that none of the missed alerts where from the person he most wanted to hear from.

“Alright boys, one for me!” Patrick said taking a seat at the bar as a Jaggerbomb was passed to him. Downing the drink in seconds, he shook his head to steady his vision as the entire restaurant cheered. Brian Campbell paraded around with the Cup taking pictures with fans, as Patrick smiled taking the Cup from him hoisting it high in the air.

*

The party broke off about that six A.M and Patrick began to feel light on his feet. After telling his Captain he would meet him in a few hours for breakfast, he hopped in a cab and rattled off Alisa’s address since it was closer than his own apartment. He didn’t remember much of what happened in that cab afterwards anyway.

*

Patrick awoke to a crinkle sensation beneath his cheek. Lifting his head proved to be a challenge because of his major hangover. Pulling a light pink sticky note from underneath his cheek, he furrowed his eyebrows at the note.

Had to leave for L.A! Meetings galore! Sorry I'm not there to help with your hangover. Feel free to stay in my apartment as long as you need, be back Saturday. I will be watching the parade!
- Alisa.


Giving out a sigh, Patrick ran a hand over his face. Taking a few Advils out of the medicine cabinet in Alisa’s bathroom he texted Jon telling him he would be at Ann Sather restaurant for breakfast in half an hour to continue the celebration with the fans over breakfast. He pulled out the extra clothes he always kept in Alisa’s apartment, threw them on and headed out to celebrate.

After all he always did party;
And she always did work.

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Comments

Awww wonder what's gonna happen. Are they gonna try and stay away from what seems to be coming? Can't wait for more.

@Kaley
The story isnt over yet! But once everything is done, I might right a very short sequel! Thanks for reading :)

tazer tazer
1/22/14

is there going to be a sequel?

Kaley Kaley
1/19/14
Awww yay he took it well, and everything went quite smoothly.
Adorable ending!