( * outfit ideas: serena [ xx / xx ], tyler [ xxx ]. carina [ xxx ], jamie [ xx / xx ]. )

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If anyone should have been worried it was - without a doubt - me. As if the Dallas shirts weren't enough, now Carina & Serena had both changed into something nicer. Or, more so, something more model-worthy. But with Jamie on her arm, Carina looked more mature, almost. He'd only ever seen her half naked on TV, in magazines, whatever... but now, she was arm in arm with Jamie - who was smirking like a goddamn idiot - and they looked so natural together.

Not that it stopped the other guys from chirping and staring, which would never really end.

But when we got to the car and Serena had her bag, she disappeared into my tinted Masarati, changing in whatever semblance of a back seat my car provided. It was a few moments of me tapping my fingers against my thighs, trying my best not to attempt to peak through the window, despite the tinting. A few minutes through, she tapped against the window, leaving me to look down and notice that she'd crawled back into the front seat with a smirk. I popped open the door with a smile of my own, finding it increasingly hard not to let my jaw drop as she stepped out of the car.

"This is ridiculous," she groaned, although it was clear that she was amused herself, pulling at her dress, "I'm gonna kill her."

I followed her glance, looking back at Carina, who wasn't as overdressed, who was laughing with Jamie and snapping a picture with a wink before they disappeared into his car.

"Oh, God... sorry I took so long! I'll just throw this in her car —"

"No, it's completely fine — I can drive you back later; make her take the car as revenge," I smirked, finally managing to pry my eyes off of her. From where I stood, she was perfect, despite her constant pulling at the tight, black material of her dress. It was clear she wasn't as 'perfect' as she was used to when modelling, but she was gorgeous. I couldn't manage to tear my eyes off of her, even as she looked down awkwardly, backing up against the door of my car again.

"You sure? I don't wanna make you have to come back here... I can just call a cab," she was almost guilty sounding as she gradually glanced back up at me, fingers fiddling with the handles of the bag.

"I'm gonna be with you all night, anyway, it's no big deal — let's just go so they don't pull anything else. For all I know, Jamie could be bringing her back to the hotel and locking me out," we both laughed, but it was obvious she blushed faintly, maybe not expecting me to stick with her all night. Yeah, of course I'd wander with the fans - specifically the tall, blonde, and beautiful ones - but I didn't exactly see me ditching her anytime soon. Especially when she looked like this.

"Alright, let's go then! But, just for the record: I've got a hotel room, too," she winked, turning to slide into my car without waiting for me to pull the door open for her, leaving me alone and stunned.

For a moment, I remained, smirking to myself. Eventually, I began to walk around the car, already planning the plans for tonight: I was definitely gonna have to add her to the celebrity fuck list.

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If he thought I didn't notice the staring, he's was as oblivious as rumoured. Tyler Seguin was - apparently - a hopeless party boy who'll make his first goal to get you into bed and his second to move onto the next as quickly and cleanly as possible. If it weren't evident from the various signs claiming to have either a) sucked his dick, b) fucked him, c) loved him. So far, he wasn't really showing or fighting that stereotype.

Honestly, he was just a pretty boy on my radar.

"Catch up, superstar," I called back as we headed into the bar, smirking at the bouncer as he redirected me to the 'VIP' section.

Upon entrance, crowds were roaring, bodies pressed flush against each other as every odd person could be seen sporting Stars apparel. Suddenly, I wondered why we'd even taken the shirts off in the first place — especially considered what Carina had given for me. But Tyler trailed behind, his hand having slipped on my lower back at some point, trailing teasingly along my waist, wavering over my ass every now and then. Carina raised her eyebrows at me once she spotted us, ending a hug with who I'd assumed to be her brother.

Tyler and I walked around to see everyone else, taking almost an hour before I managed to spot Carina again, this time with more Kings, leaving Jamie standing awkwardly on the side.
The Kings are here? I mouthed at her, hoping she could pick up on it.

Some. Watch out, Jordan's here —— my cheeks flushed, a hand lifting to punch the bridge of my nose as I turned around, walking straight into Tyler.

"Ready to leave already?" he asked with a grin, leaning in slightly, clearly expecting some sort of move to be made. I stepped away slightly, running a hand through my hair.

"I need a drink." Well, that was blunt. "Um... do you want anything?"

He shook his head, "I'll grab it — what d'you want?"

"Whatever you're having," I rushed, seeing Jordan over his shoulder and panicking slightly.

Jordan Nolan. Probably not a superstar at Seguin's level, but the only hockey guy who'd managed to slither his way into her bed. Not saying he was a bad guy, but considering how often I've been obligated to see him due to my friendship with Carina, it was definitely a bad move. I smiled nervously at Tyler, seeing as he hadn't left yet, and I stepped back before turning around, hurrying to Jamie before Jordan managed to approach me.

"So, how honoured are you to be with the real Carina Quick?" I joked, glance flickering from where I'd seen Jordan last back to Jamie.

"Honoured? Well, that might be an understatement — I think it might be my biggest life accomplishment," he joked, chuckling awkwardly as he shifted his stance. "Where's Segs?"

"Uh, grabbing drinks," I smiled, hands running up and down my arms, pulling at the fabric as I glanced around, managing to catch a smirk from Jonathan which I managed to return. "What a gentleman, huh?"

"Of course," he smirked, glancing over at Carina with a fascination as she smiled with the Kings, which he clearly didn't really feel up to doing after their win. "Is she always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Perfect." I smirked, resting a hand on his arm with an appreciative smile. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe Jamie would be that perfect guy Carina seemed to always be looking for.

"Not always, but that might just be because I've been with her 24/7 for a while now," I smirked, nudging him in her direction. "Go over there — she'll love it."

He glanced from me to her and then back, smiling lightly with compliance, winking before stepping over to her with a nervous expression which gradually faded as she reached an arm around him, leaning into him comfortably.

"Nice ass," I heard from behind me, actually triggering some sort of smirk as I turned around.

"You too, Seg—" I fell silent, turning to see Jordan standing there with his crooked grin, reaching out as if to return to whatever comfortable state we'd last seen each other in.

"Hey, babe. What're you doing with that clown? I thought you only liked Kings." He leaned towards me, hips forwards, but I backed off immediately.

"I don't like Kings or Stars — surprisingly, I'm not really into hockey goons."

"Huh, funny, because I'm pretty sure you had no problem giving me a congratulatory fuck after we beat this same team a year ago..." he trailed off, chuckling lightly, slipping his hands into his pockets. "What're you doing here, then? Third wheeling Carina and her latest toy?"

I blushed at his recollection of this time last year, quickly moving on with a roll of my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest without any sort of amusement, "Things change; but I'm glad you still make sure to remember your five minutes of glory — and the game, of course. And I really don't think you care why I'm here since I've still got my clothes on, so why don't you run along."

"But what would the fun in that be?"

"—— Bad time?"

"You've got to be kidding me!"

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The wait for this damn drink was a lot more torturous than I'd expected, stuck glancing up at Serena and the others from a distance, watching as her and Jamie joked around. God, only my luck that I'd lose the two hottest girls to him. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the bar, throwing gentle smiles at anyone who looked at me, evidently recognizing me from the clips of the game playing above.

"You're Tyler Seguin, right?"

I turned around to anyone's dream girl. Huge rack, long legs, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a virtually perfect body. She was, obviously, beautiful. "Uh, yeah," I smiled, sitting up straighter as she smiled excitedly, fiddling with the phone in her hands.

"Can I get a picture?" she begged, "And, maybe your number?" she giggled, and usually I would easily oblige and offer a drink as well, but for some reason I glanced up at Serena first, seeing her with some random guy. A tinge of jealously flared in the pit of my stomach, and suddenly I just wanted these damn drinks and to get back up to her. "A quick picture should be fine," I added nicely, wrapping a hand around her waist with a smile before turning to grab the drinks which were finally placed in front of him, and rushing away without another word.

As I approached, I could tell that there were LA Kings lurking everywhere, feeling their glares from all directions. But, eventually, I located Serena and headed for her instantly, noticing that she looked pissed when I approached. I stiffened, clenching hard onto the glasses in my hands as I neared the two, "Bad time?"

Luckily, Serena grabbed one of the glasses from my hand, leaving my fingers to curl into a fist once they were free. Out of some sort of jealous instinct, I stepped closer to Serena who merely shook her head at my question, conveniently taking a long sip as I was left to look over at the other. Nolan, I was pretty sure. I recognized him from the game; I was pretty sure he'd ended up in the penatly box.

"Of course not, Seguin. You know Serena?"

"Yeah, I'm assuming you do?"

"Oh do I..." he smirked, looking to Serena, who I slipped an arm around, feeling her tense as she glared at him. Luckily, she leaned into me, leaving me to simply stand there as this dick played around.

"Let's get out of here," she mumbled, glancing over at Carina who was also already leaving with Jamie, Jonathan trailing behind with his girl and a few other Kings. Clearly, the club was a little overrated, seeing as they'd barely been there for a few hours.

"Well, as much as I'm sure I'd love to hang out with you more, looks like we're heading out."

"Understandable, you wanna get your money's worth, right? I hear hookers are pretty expensive these days," he called from behind us as, sending me over the edge. I left Serena to keep walking, who gradually looked back in time to catch me swinging, nailing the guy right in the jaw, watching him fall to the side with an angry groan.

"Do yourself a favour and fuck off, alright? You're way out of your league here, bud," I mumbled, shaking out my hand as Serena called out at me, grabbing at my arm to pull me out before many others noticed.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, but it wasn't hard to pick out the faint smirk curled on her mouth as we exited, heading to my car as I smirked down at her.

"Gotta hate those self-absorbed, egotistical, horny fucking hockey guys, huh? I mean, who does that guy think he is, me?" we laughed, and I knew I'd done something right for once that night as she wrapped her arm around mine with an appreciative smile.

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It was almost sweet, honestly. With my hand curled around his muscular bicep, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he saw me differently... if maybe the goal wasn't just gonna be to sleep with me.

A hopeless dream of course. I should have learned after Jordan.

Notes

sorry there was a bit of a delay, but i needed some motivation. hopefully this is alright: i'm trying to lead into them actually having some sort of relationship or anything. i hope it's alright so far, i'll try to speed it up a little quicker soon!