Sidney really didn't want to be here. The Bucs were going to lose anyway so why even bother? He could have been at home (well Mario's) and lying on the couch sleeping. Something he's become accustomed to due to a lingering concussion. But his teammates/brothers/best friends dragged his gloomy self out, fearing their beloved captain could slip into depression.

"Get your sorry pale ass up and get changed. We're going to the Pirates game fucker." said Marc Andre Fleury in his French Canadian accent. Marc, Jordan, Kris, Geno, Max and newly acquired James all came plowing into the living room, dressed in pirates gear ready to go to the game that evening.

"Fuck off. I'm not going." Sidney groans and grabs a pillow and covers his face.

"Man, stop being a bitch. Staying inside obviously isn't helping you at all." Jordan says.

"Yea everyone thinks you're dead my friend," Kris says grinning.

"Plus," Max said as he pushed Sid's legs off the sofa, plopping himself down, "they'll be hot chicks." All the guys started hollering.

“Sid get laid.... Maybe," said Geno in his thick Russian accent.

"Maybe, Geno maybe," James says laughing.

"Let's go we're gonna be fucking late. If you're worried about people seeing you we got box seats so no one will even know you're there." Kris stated. Sidney pondered it over. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get some human interaction. And a change of scenery. And fresh air.

"Fine. I'll go." He agreed. All the men cheered, high fived each other.

"Maxie here knows this girl who happens to be his "friend" and she's coming along too. She said she's bringing a friend or two along." Kris grinned.

"Then I guess we should get going, wouldn't want to keep them waiting," Sid said with a wolfish grin. So here they all are. Packed in a suite eating and drinking beers before the game starts. Sidney sighs, "It's going to be a long night," as he takes a swig of his water.

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Cyan get in her Jeep Wrangler and starts toward PNC Park. She passes through the city with all the windows down, wind whirling around her, sun kissing her skin as it starts to go down. There are Bucs fans everywhere yelling and cheering, already rowdy before the game even starts. Finding a parking spot isn't too hard and she makes her way towards the beautiful stadium. The line is long since tonight is skyblast night- a fireworks show after the game and everyone has brought their little ones.

"Ticket please," an usher says. She heads him her ticket. He scans it but makes a face.

“That’s odd." He murmurs. “What? What is it sir?" Cyan asks.

"Is this a fake ticket? Because it's not going through." The usher questions.

"What- no. No! Who would go through the trouble of a fake ticket for a Bucs game when they're so cheap?" The usher thinks for a minute. “Good point. When did you buy this ticket ma'am?"

"Yesterday morning through the website." The man reaches for his Walkie Talkie and asks for the ticket desk.

"What's your name ma'am?" “HEY! WHAS DA HOLD UP?!" A man yells behind her. She ignores him. "Cyan, like the color. C-y-a-n. Merov is the last name. M-e-r-o-v." He repeats this to the walkie-talkie. The building is so loud she cannot hear what the other end is saying.
"I'm so sorry ma'am. You've been moved to a suite."

"What? I didn't buy a suite package! How is that even possible?" Cyan says incredulously.

"Well, it was short notice. Just go on up ma'am. It's the very last one. Enjoy the game." Cyan has no words. She's never sat in a suite for anything. Not even a hockey game. Or a play. Cyan shakes off her disbelief and makes her way up the stairs towards the suite level.

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Blair makes her way towards the suite. "Cyan will be so surprised," she thinks to herself. This is her treat for being a great friend and business partner. She knows she'll be there before Cyan good thing too so she won't critique her on her choice of clothing for the game. She's a bombshell. Her newly acquired goddess appears everywhere she goes now, earning her many looks of both envy and desire. A brunette who can rock blonde hair too, leggy but not as tall as her friend Cyan. She's slimmer with blue eyes that sometime look blue green, particularly in the summer. Blair wears a Neil Walker jersey and that's all (besides underwear and a bra but with her that could be a stretch). Black open toed stilettos and multiple bracelets, she's ready to go. Blair reaches the door to the suite, and stops.

"They're hot athletes in there. I can do this." She chants to herself. She dabs a little perfume on her wrists then to her neck. Checks her make up- satisfied she knocks.

"Someone's knocking at the door go get it newbie." Max says to James.

"You're not even on the team anymore dude." James grumbles as he gets up as if it's the most tiresome thing he must do.

"Who is it?" He calls out.

“Blair Madison." A female voice answers.

James turns back to Max, who nods his head to open the door. After he opened the door, his mouth drops. Blair is a brunette wearing a Walker jersey as a dress. His mind races just like any other testosterone driven man.

"Thank you James." She says as she moves past him into the warm suite. All the guys are stunned. Who wouldn't be, she's hot! This is what she wanted. Men to drop what they were doing to take in her beauty. Was she vain? A little, but what woman doesn't want that? Even just a little. Sid and Geno exchange glances.

"Is she even real?" Sid asks himself. She's not really his type but damn.

"Max," she purrs, as she walks over to give him a hug, her voice welcoming but seductive. Like a gentleman, he introduces himself and the guys even though she knows who they all are. She watches hockey.

"The game is going to start," she says. She takes a seat at a stool near Max, attempting to make herself seem calm.

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"Nachos with cheese and salsa and a Bud-light please," Cyan orders. The cashier asks for her ID which she gives. Approving her age she gets her a bottle in exchange for the money. Cyan makes her way through the surprisingly packed stadium in hand, weaving her way up the stairs towards the suites. The area where the suites are located are quiet. She reaches the suite door and suddenly a wave of nausea hits. She was... Nervous? Why? It was crazy that she would be nervous she's only going to watch a baseball game with her best friend. She shook her head and chuckled. Then she knocked.

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