When someone tells you that Carina frickin Quick is gonna be at your game, you get a little excited. Some might even get a boner in the changeroom while they look her up — weird, yeah, but understandable.

It's exciting: knowing that there's gonna be a dozen world renowned models watching you play — even if they're gonna be in skimpy Kings jerseys, cheering their names while you're just forced to look and watch.

Jamie and I were just about the only guys with our heads down when we skated on the ice, glances not plastered to said models as we entered into the spot light. But, we both cracked once Carina was mentioned, glancing up at the big screen to catch a glimpse of her, almost smashing into each other as we did so. But, we were sure not to make it too obvious once the whistle blew, considering it was her brother who was in net.

But when I scored the first goal and came up from my celly, I couldn't help but stare as I looked up to Carina herself, catching a light smile from her as Jamie came up and crashed into me, slapping me hard on the back.

“Did you even notice you scored, or were you a bit distracted?” Jordie joked as he joined in, extending his hand in an excited high five as we skated back to high five the rest of the team.

“Trust me, I knew what I was doing.”

Dude, I was definitely getting laid.

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Watching hockey with models was like watching TV without volume — you think it's nice to look and watch, but you've honestly got no clue what's actually happening.

So, yeah, the others were having a great time discussing how hot some of the players were, while I was left on the sidelines with Carina, being the only two people actually understanding the game. Her understanding came solely from her brother's passion for hockey - who also happened to currently be in net. Mine? Well, I'm Canadian.

And as much as I hated to be cheering for LA with the rest of them (more like I felt obligated to cheer for them), I was cheering along with the few other Dallas fans when Seguin scored. I smiled down at him as he glanced up, looking dumbfounded as he surely stared at Carina, who I knew didn't care at all for him.

“So, you think my brother would be mad if I climbed into the dressing room with Jamie Benn?” she inquired, smirking over at me with the charming smile of her's that would surely allow her to do just that.

“I guess that depends how the game ends, honestly,” I remarked with a chuckle, clapping along with her as LA won a faceoff, but not really paying attention. “As long as I come with — Seguin is unbelievable.”

“Hey, as long as one - or both - of the Benn's is mine.”

We laughed as the buzzer went off, marking the end of the first period. Of course, Carina sent a wink in Jamie's direction, as I glanced around the ice, hunting for any potential eye candy. “Why don't we watch hockey more often?!” Alessandra called over the cheers of the fans, pointing at Seguin who was stretching over on the bench, sending a wink and a smirk in their direction.

Yeah, why didn't they?

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We'd lost in overtime 3-2.

Luckily, a loss with models present isn't really a loss at all. At the end of the game, they walked onto the ice, every other wearing a tight, cropped Dallas jersey - the others sporting the same in LA fashion. The boys all whistled as they stood out and shook our hands, rewarding us all for ‘playing well’ and ‘doing great’. Well, all except one, who whispered something extra to me.

“Beauty goal, Seguin,” and she winked at me, squeezing my hand with a wink before I continued on, left glancing back at her without really paying attention to any others.

Well, until I reached Carina, who was still laughing from her encounter with Jamie. I shook her hand with a smile, listening to her mandatory congratulations, “Feel free to come again... or just come out with me.” She chuckled awkwardly, shrugging with a smirk as she continued on, leaving me to glance back at her. But she wasn't the one I made eye contact with —— it was the other girl. I sent a smile her way, catching her blue faintly and return to look at the other upcoming players.

I completed my skate off with my remaining smirk, patting Jamie on the back, although none of us were really over the loss just yet. “Hey, you may all have lost, but I got that chick's number.”

Everyone cheered, laughs erupting in the previously solemn change room as I pulled out my phone, searching for the girl who'd smiled back at me.

Notes

trying to change it up this time, i hope it's alright —— let me know how you feel & if you'd like me to continue this.

(i know it's not really much, but i couldn't really start anything without any development and i thought this would work.)