Orlando
Halloween With Val
Val’s POV
It was October 31st and as I had come to learn it was Halloween. But it was the day that meant nothing to me. It was actually against my religion to dress up and participate in the costume fun. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t still not have fun.
Even though I was called out by people and then had to explain that it was a religious thing, Jamie and Tyler had my back and soon I was able to mingle and have fun. And I did have fun. But I still couldn’t help but wonder how much more fun it would be with someone by my side. I was caught thinking about Evelyna again.
When we had first arrived at this party, where we were, Tyler Seguin and Jamie Benn had both been wearing costumes, as it was one of those parties. Tyler had dressed up as a “sexy cowboy” (or course) and Jamie had lost a bet to his brother, so he’d come as Elsa from Frozen, which I was proud to say I’d seen...in Russian and English! I saw it in Russian first with my family and then in English with Tyler, Jordie, and Jamie and the others.
(Jamie Benn made a sexy, interesting Elsa!! - Based off of Dougie Hamilton’s costume)
However now, they’d discarded the costumes for the most part. Elsa had a sex-change and had lost her wig. Most of the make-up and the blue dress was still intact, but...Elsa was a man?! It was shocking. And he-she was dancing away the night with a “sexy cowboy.”
“Come on, Val, stop pouting like a loser and get your ass over here!” Tyler screamed across the room. He was on top of a table, shirtless. Like he was at almost every party he was at or invited too. Clinging onto him, was his partner-in-crime, Mister Jamie Benn.
I hung my head and trudged over. Jamie and Tyler seized my wrists and pulled me up onto the table. The Captain screamed and stripped the shirt from my body. I could smell the alcohol on their breath, as they both screamed like Mexicans in a conga line and began dancing once more. I just stood there, unsure what to do.
“C’mon Val, stop being a stick in the mud, you fucking pansy!” Jamie scolded this time. “Dance, Val, dance and have fun!”
“I don’t wanna!” I wailed. I stared down at the crowd, nervously. It was one thing to be on the ice...in front of millions, it was another to be standing on the table, dancing like an idiot without a shirt on. I suddenly didn’t feel good. “I’d rather be hanging to the side. I don’t like--” I began to feel kind of faint and suddenly my breathing cut off and I slumped on the table. I felt myself blackout and heard screams.
“Val! Valeri!” Jamie and Tyler screamed.
I moaned, as I completely blacked out.
When I awoke, I was sitting in a chair and Jamie was dabbing my forehead with a cool cloth. “Hey buddy, how are you doin’?” he asked me, as I saw that Tyler was the only one still having fun. I hadn’t been gone for that long apparently.
“I don’t dance. I just hockey.”
“I know. I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have forced you like that. It was Seggy’s idea anyway! Blame him.”
“No, no. I’m not blaming anyone.”
“You are so sweet, Val. But what’s really going on with ya?” Jamie stopped caring for my forehead and squatted down into my eyesight. His big, round puppy dog amber eyes stared back into my baby blues.
“I just miss my friend and Sergei’s injured and I...I don’t know. I just feel sick.” I looked down, pouting my lip. I could see Tyler in the background making an ass of himself in front of many people. He wasn’t dancing with the insufferable “skills” he had, but he had put on a cowboy hat and was allowing a woman to take his pants off. (It was clear, as she had just slipped his belt off and was waving it around in the air, before letting it fly off somewhere.)
I looked away, not needing to watch some whore chick make out with my friend. Jamie took my hand in his and patted it, gently.
“Do you want to go home?”
“No. I want to stay and have fun, but not dance and drink.”
“You won’t drink, Val. You can’t. You are too young.”
Now I knew what Tyler had felt during the Stanley Cup celebration in Boston. Must have been extra, super hard for him. Thinking about him, made me steal a glance at him. The woman hadn’t removed his pants, but she was groping and fondling him to no end. I looked away, feeling nauseous.
Jamie turned to look and shook his head. “That Seggy. I’ll get him, wait here.”
I nodded, as the Dallas Captain got up and walked over. He kindly told the woman to “beat it”, before grabbing Tyler’s wrist and yanking him with him, back over to me. Tyler wasn’t happy and I cringed as Jamie stepped to the side to scold him and his waistline was more and more revealed with his sagging jeans and boxers.
“Fix yourself man. Do you want to be as bad as all of the partiers from the past. You’ve had enough party for tonight. Let’s get Val back and then you and I can get our costumes on and have some fun, ourselves.” He made that sound somewhat foreplayish and almost sexy. Almost like he meant that the two were going to DO something together that involved costumes and...romance.
But I knew Jamie and he thought of Tyler only as a close friend. There was definitely a bromance going on with them, but no homosexuality. I knew what they were going to do and I was fine with it.
“Alright Jamie,” Tyler mumbled, laughing drunkenly. He pulled his pants back up and buttoned them up once more.
“Also, don’t get so drunk in front of Valeri, he’s still a young guy and he’ll get the wrong impression. Don’t be an idiot, Tyler.”
“Got it, Jamie. Sorry. Thanks for having my back and saving my ass back there.”
“No problem.” He patted Tyler’s bare, sweaty shoulder and came back to me.
“Alright, Val, let’s go get some dinner and then we’ll take you back.”
I nodded. I would love to hang with them and go...oh, what was it that the kids did here...trick or treat? Yeah. I would love to, but without the costume, it just wasn’t going to happen. I had my beliefs and respected them, just as they respected my beliefs as well. And for that I was extremely thankful to be a Dallas Star.
Jamie helped me to my feet, as Tyler found a shirt and put it on, waving to the fans and being ridiculous like always.
That Tyler Seguin…
It was October 31st and as I had come to learn it was Halloween. But it was the day that meant nothing to me. It was actually against my religion to dress up and participate in the costume fun. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t still not have fun.
Even though I was called out by people and then had to explain that it was a religious thing, Jamie and Tyler had my back and soon I was able to mingle and have fun. And I did have fun. But I still couldn’t help but wonder how much more fun it would be with someone by my side. I was caught thinking about Evelyna again.
When we had first arrived at this party, where we were, Tyler Seguin and Jamie Benn had both been wearing costumes, as it was one of those parties. Tyler had dressed up as a “sexy cowboy” (or course) and Jamie had lost a bet to his brother, so he’d come as Elsa from Frozen, which I was proud to say I’d seen...in Russian and English! I saw it in Russian first with my family and then in English with Tyler, Jordie, and Jamie and the others.
(Jamie Benn made a sexy, interesting Elsa!! - Based off of Dougie Hamilton’s costume)
However now, they’d discarded the costumes for the most part. Elsa had a sex-change and had lost her wig. Most of the make-up and the blue dress was still intact, but...Elsa was a man?! It was shocking. And he-she was dancing away the night with a “sexy cowboy.”
“Come on, Val, stop pouting like a loser and get your ass over here!” Tyler screamed across the room. He was on top of a table, shirtless. Like he was at almost every party he was at or invited too. Clinging onto him, was his partner-in-crime, Mister Jamie Benn.
I hung my head and trudged over. Jamie and Tyler seized my wrists and pulled me up onto the table. The Captain screamed and stripped the shirt from my body. I could smell the alcohol on their breath, as they both screamed like Mexicans in a conga line and began dancing once more. I just stood there, unsure what to do.
“C’mon Val, stop being a stick in the mud, you fucking pansy!” Jamie scolded this time. “Dance, Val, dance and have fun!”
“I don’t wanna!” I wailed. I stared down at the crowd, nervously. It was one thing to be on the ice...in front of millions, it was another to be standing on the table, dancing like an idiot without a shirt on. I suddenly didn’t feel good. “I’d rather be hanging to the side. I don’t like--” I began to feel kind of faint and suddenly my breathing cut off and I slumped on the table. I felt myself blackout and heard screams.
“Val! Valeri!” Jamie and Tyler screamed.
I moaned, as I completely blacked out.
When I awoke, I was sitting in a chair and Jamie was dabbing my forehead with a cool cloth. “Hey buddy, how are you doin’?” he asked me, as I saw that Tyler was the only one still having fun. I hadn’t been gone for that long apparently.
“I don’t dance. I just hockey.”
“I know. I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have forced you like that. It was Seggy’s idea anyway! Blame him.”
“No, no. I’m not blaming anyone.”
“You are so sweet, Val. But what’s really going on with ya?” Jamie stopped caring for my forehead and squatted down into my eyesight. His big, round puppy dog amber eyes stared back into my baby blues.
“I just miss my friend and Sergei’s injured and I...I don’t know. I just feel sick.” I looked down, pouting my lip. I could see Tyler in the background making an ass of himself in front of many people. He wasn’t dancing with the insufferable “skills” he had, but he had put on a cowboy hat and was allowing a woman to take his pants off. (It was clear, as she had just slipped his belt off and was waving it around in the air, before letting it fly off somewhere.)
I looked away, not needing to watch some whore chick make out with my friend. Jamie took my hand in his and patted it, gently.
“Do you want to go home?”
“No. I want to stay and have fun, but not dance and drink.”
“You won’t drink, Val. You can’t. You are too young.”
Now I knew what Tyler had felt during the Stanley Cup celebration in Boston. Must have been extra, super hard for him. Thinking about him, made me steal a glance at him. The woman hadn’t removed his pants, but she was groping and fondling him to no end. I looked away, feeling nauseous.
Jamie turned to look and shook his head. “That Seggy. I’ll get him, wait here.”
I nodded, as the Dallas Captain got up and walked over. He kindly told the woman to “beat it”, before grabbing Tyler’s wrist and yanking him with him, back over to me. Tyler wasn’t happy and I cringed as Jamie stepped to the side to scold him and his waistline was more and more revealed with his sagging jeans and boxers.
“Fix yourself man. Do you want to be as bad as all of the partiers from the past. You’ve had enough party for tonight. Let’s get Val back and then you and I can get our costumes on and have some fun, ourselves.” He made that sound somewhat foreplayish and almost sexy. Almost like he meant that the two were going to DO something together that involved costumes and...romance.
But I knew Jamie and he thought of Tyler only as a close friend. There was definitely a bromance going on with them, but no homosexuality. I knew what they were going to do and I was fine with it.
“Alright Jamie,” Tyler mumbled, laughing drunkenly. He pulled his pants back up and buttoned them up once more.
“Also, don’t get so drunk in front of Valeri, he’s still a young guy and he’ll get the wrong impression. Don’t be an idiot, Tyler.”
“Got it, Jamie. Sorry. Thanks for having my back and saving my ass back there.”
“No problem.” He patted Tyler’s bare, sweaty shoulder and came back to me.
“Alright, Val, let’s go get some dinner and then we’ll take you back.”
I nodded. I would love to hang with them and go...oh, what was it that the kids did here...trick or treat? Yeah. I would love to, but without the costume, it just wasn’t going to happen. I had my beliefs and respected them, just as they respected my beliefs as well. And for that I was extremely thankful to be a Dallas Star.
Jamie helped me to my feet, as Tyler found a shirt and put it on, waving to the fans and being ridiculous like always.
That Tyler Seguin…
Notes
Poor Valeri....
Tyler Seguin... *shakes head and sighs heavily*
Please let me know if this is too short, but I hope it isn't...OMG Dougie's Elsa costume is just...so...........
Next up: Val's BIG Night!!
Here's another version of the edit I made for the Valentine's Day chapter:
2/14/15