She's Only 17.

Jamie has never been one to like the club scene all that much. Sure, he goes and sometimes he has fun. Nothing ever, or no one ever, serious comes to a club. So he resigns himself to the bar, while his teammates bump around the club with a girl on each hip. Every few minutes a girl walks up to him and tries to start a conversation. Jamie will listen politely, then quickly turn down there offer to dance.
Just as Jamie is about to go find Seguin and tell him he's done, this brunette slides cooly into the seat next to him. She doesn't look at him, or anyone else, but the bartender. "Hey, there." The traditionally hairless bartender smiles at the girl. The girl leans forward, just enough for the guy to see the perfect swell of her breasts. Jamie, luckily enough, is close enough to get a decent view himself. Then he watches in amazement as the guy, mesmerized, hands her a beer soundlessly. She grins, leans back, and takes a good sized sip of the beer. Jamie smiles, curiously. "Man, I wish I could do that." Jamie chuckles. The girl looks over, "I think you get what you want without having to flash someone." Her blue eyes smiled at Jamie. He grinned.

An hour later, Jamie hasn't stopped talking to this girl. She's incredible. Her name is Rylee. She's from Canada! Toronto, she said. Jamie was already blushing furiously, thoughts of what he wanted to do to this girl in bed clouding his mind. She was explaining her brothers, and how much they had played hockey growing up, when she realized what time it was. "Ugh, I should go. I have somewhere to be in the morning." Jamie frowns. "Why don't you come home with me?" Rylee looks at Jamie for a long time. "Just because of your roommate, she's probably with that guy.." Rylee blushes, "Oh, yeah, that's a good idea, but I wouldn't want to invade your privacy." "You'll be fine." Jamie grabs her hand, and leads her through the club.

Jamie pushes open the door to his apartment, and Rylee wanders in, smiling. "Great view," she walks over to the huge windows.

"Yeah, mine isn't bad either."

"Did you really just use the cheesiest line in the history of pick up lines?" Rylee giggles.

"Yeah." Jamie looks at the floor. Girls usually made him uncomfortable, but she took it to a whole new level.

"So, where am I sleeping?" Rylee smiles sweetly at the, now shy, Jamie. "My bed..if you want. I can sleep on the couch." His face is the cutest shade of red.

"No, this is your place. I can sleep on the couch."

Jamie shakes his head. "No, no you're not."

"Fine," she smirks. "We'll both sleep in your bed."

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