“You look hot Lydia.” I hear Sara cheer from the doorway to the bathroom where I was finishing my makeup. I was wearing a navy silk tank top and white jeans. You could see my back bralette under my tank top and I added black heeled booties to finish my outfit. I do have to admit, I looked hot and I hope some boys did tonight too. I have never had a serious boyfriend before, although it would be cool to have one. I don’t want to force a relationship, if it will happen, it happens. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with some boys too.

“So do you Sara. Ready to go?” I grab my coat and wristlet.

“Yes lets dance!” Sara sings and we call the cab to come pick us up. We don’t live far from where one of the cap companies are so we head down to our apartment lobby.

“So how are you feeling?” I ask Sara nervous when she starts to drink that her Dustin problems will come up.

“I’m good, I’m over the kiss. We can be friends, I’d rather that than him ignoring my calls or not calling like he did for the past couple months.” Sara says.

“Well thats good. I want you to have fun tonight.” I tell Sara and then her phone beeps while we get into the car.

“Dustin just texted me asking where we were going tonight.” She comments as I tell the driver where to take us.

“Do you want to tell him?” I ask curiously.

“I told him, but that doesn’t mean he has to hang out with us right?” Sara asks. I am not really sure about her thinking behind this. I wouldn’t have told him if I were in her shoes, but its Sara’s decision.

“Sure, I think we can do whatever we want. If you want to hang out with him, go for it. Whatever makes you have fun Sara.” I tell her.

“We will see. Maybe they won’t come to the same one.” Sara says as we pull up to the club.

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Soooo I might have had a lot to drink and am dancing with a lot of different guys. No “grinding” just drunken dancing with randoms guys. I do have standards and grinding with all the boys in the bar. Sara and Dustin have kind of made up and are sitting together at a table talking. I am not really sure where the other Montreal players are, probably trying to get away from all the drunk puck sluts. My feet hurt from dancing so I decide to go to the bar and get another drink.

“Can I get two shots of vodka?” I ask the bartender. He has been trying to hit on me all night and keeps staring, its quite uncomfortable.

“Sure thing beautiful.” He winks at me and walks to get my shots. He brings them back and sets them in front of me. “So is the other one for me?” He asks with a smirk.

“Nope its for me.” I hear a deep voice behind me. The person sits down beside me and I finally look at him. It’s Brendan Gallagher from the Montreal Canadiens, Dustin’s friend and he lives in my apartment building.

I pass the shot towards him and when he picks his up, I pick mine up, we tap each others glasses and tip it back and take the shot.

“Can we get six more bartender? Put it on my tab please.” The bartender is clearly annoyed with Brendan but leaves to get our shots ready anyways. Brendan smiles at me, “I’m Brendan.” He puts his hand out for me to shake.

I quickly shake it as the bartender comes back with our drinks.

“So is this your boyfriend beautiful?” The bartender asks me. Brendan puts his hand on my back as (I think) of a way of telling me to say yes to him.

“Yes this is my boyfriend Brendan, he plays for the Habs. Can you leave us alone now?” I try to say politely. The bartender’s eyes widen and he mumbles a sorry before he leaves. I look at Brendan who is smiling from ear to ear and I start laughing. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“You know who I am?” He asks and I nod. “Well usually people recognize me right away now. Not like how it used to be. So why did you exactly buy two shots for yourself anyways?”

“I was going to drink them both.” I laugh a little.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asks me.

“Since when were you a cop, I thought you played hockey.” I smirk at him.

“How much Lyd-” He stops himself.

“You know who I am? How? Were you set up to talk to me?”

“I know that your name is Lydia. That you're roommates with Sara and friends with Dustin.”

“So you know I live in your building?” I ask him with wide eyes.

“Yes.”

“Je suis étonné que vous savez j’existe.” I say knowing he won’t understand.

“I don’t speak french that well, I’m sorry.” He says to me.

“I said I’m surprised you know I exist.”

“To be honest, Sara posted a picture of you two on instagram and I have thought you were the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

I blush hard and try to hide it. “Should we finish these?” I motion to the four shots left.

Brendan smiles and nods. “Can you hold your weight there?”

“Shut up and knock em back.” And we do so.

“Hey do you wanna dance?” Brendan asks with a shy smile. The alcohol he just consumed clearly getting to him. I bit my lip and nod. Brendan grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. A fast song is just finishing up and a new song came on. It was “What Do You Mean?” By Justin Bieber and Brendan puts his hands on my waist and I put my hands around his neck. I was glad that he was still taller than me with his heels, I go to about his eyebrows with my heels with is good for me. Brendan is wearing a white dress shirt with dark jeans and his shirt is rolled up to his elbows and two buttons at the top are undone. Brendan is absolutely gorgeous and all I want to do and jump his bones. We dance quite quickly just swaying back and forth.

“How come I have never met you before?” Brendan asked me.

“I never went to the Montreal parties or events because I felt like I would be a third wheel with Dustin and Sara. I was never really interested in going to the parties where I only knew like four people.”

“Do you watch hockey?” He asks and I almost scoff.

“I watch every single habs game.” I smile shyly.

“Really? Wow. So how do you think I’m doing this season?” He asks.

“I think you’re pretty good. But I’m more of a P.K. and Carey girl myself.”

“Damn. Have you met them?” He asks.

I smile wide. “Dustin introduced me to them after one game last season. I almost died.”

“Why aren’t you freaking out with me?”

“I’m not sure, it could be the alcohol or it could be you’re just different.”

“A good different I hope.”

“Yeah, you feel more normal and down to earth. I was speechless with Carey, he is just so big in the NHL it was unreal that I got to meet him. P.K. is hilarious though.”

“Don’t feed his ego.” Brendan groans and I chuckle. We keep dancing and talking. I see Sara dancing with Dustin not that far away. They are talking and laughing. Brendan follows my gaze.

“I don’t know if them getting close again was a good idea.” I say to Brendan.

“Why not?”

“She took the breakup really hard. And Carey isn’t going to be out for long, then he will have to go back to St. John’s and then what?”

“I don’t know, maybe you need to let them figure it out though. Dustin did tell me that he still loves her but he said a long distance relationship wouldn’t work.”

“Its just she’s my bestfriend. I don’t want to see her hurt.”

“But sometimes she has to find out for herself if her and Dustin are meant to be. What would you do if you were in her shoes?”

“I’m really insecure in relationships, so their situation would be impossible.”

“Why are you insecure?” He searches my eyes.

“NHL players make a lot of money and attract a lot of beautiful women and that intimidates me.”

“But that shouldn’t be the reason you are insecure, have you dated a hockey player before?” He asks, his eyebrows knit.

“No its-”

“LYDIA THERE YOU ARE.” I see Sara running towards me with Dustin behind. I giggle and let go of Brendan and wrap my arms around my best friend. Dustin smirks at Brendan.

“I see you have met Brendan.” Dustin says to me. I smile and nod.

“He’s my boyfriend.” I tell him and wink at Brendan. We have our first inside joke.

Notes

Well they met!! Any ideas as to why Lydia is so insecure??

Just because Montreal (& the pens) had a rough game tonight!!

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