Russian Roulette

I stare at myself in the mirror and analyze my appearance. My long black hair was in waves. My blue eyes were rimmed with eyeliner and my eyelashes were heavily coated with mascara. I wore blue skinny jeans and a tight black long sleeve turtleneck shirt. I walk out of my room where I find Audrina putting on her heels.
“You do realize we’re going out after?” she asks me.
“Yes. This is what I’m wearing,” I say defensively. Audrina’s brown hair was in loose curls and her makeup was flawless. She was wearing white skinny jeans and a black tank top that showed her tanned stomach. I laced up my boots and we headed to Consol arena.

“These seats are incredible,” Audrina says shocked. We were right by the ice watching the guy’s warm-up. James skates up to us and nods at Audrina. She starts blushing and I roll my eyes. Sidney waves and I wave back and Geno skates up to us smiles.

“Good seats,” he says in a thick Russian accent.

“Yeah. Tell Beau thanks,” I reply. He smiles and starts his warm-up.

“Oh my god you’re like in with the Penguins. That’s so cool,” Audrina says excitedly. The game starts and Audrina starts explaining the rules to me. I catch on fairly quickly and start feeling the energy when they score. When Sidney scored I found myself clapping excitedly. During the second the Penguins go on the power play. Sidney passes the puck to Geno and Geno winds up and gets it past the goalie. I shoot up to my feet and start clapping. When I sit back down Audrina is giving me a look.

“What?” I ask suspiciously.

“Someone’s excited over a certain someone’s goal,” she says smirking.

“It’s just a hockey game Audrina,” I reply annoyed. I get a text from Beau.

Beau:
Hope you’re liking the seats. Everyone’s going out tonight after the game. You guys should come

“You feel like going out tonight?” I ask her.

“Hell yeah!” she exclaims. Beau sends me the details and the Penguins win 3-0. We get to the club and Bobby’s already there with his buddies.

“Hey babe,” I say hugging him. He smells like alcohol and I can tell he’s drunk.

“There’s my fox. I was just telling the boys some stuff about you,” he says smirking.

“Like what?” I ask hesitantly.

“Like how you’re by far the best sex I’ve ever had. Maybe I should loan you out so they can have a taste.”

“That’s not funny,” I say irritated.

“Oh she’s getting feisty. That’s when I like her the best.”

“I’m getting a drink,” I say angrily. I heads towards the bar and start knocking back shots.

“Easy there champ,” Audrina says worriedly.

“God Bobby’s such an asshole.”

“Amen to that,” she says shaking her head. We see the guys at a table and I drag Audrina over to them.

“Dr. Eriksson you made it!” Beau says loudly.

“You can call me Quinn. And this is my friend Audrina,” I reply. A bunch of guys that I haven’t met yet just sit there and stare.

“So Quinn, do you like hockey yet” Sidney asks.

“You should have seen her. She was standing up and clapping during Geno’s goal,” Audrina says, ratting me out. I look at Geno and he looks pleasantly surprised. I sit there enjoying my drink when I see some blonde girl sitting on Bobby’s lap.

“Excuse me,” I say loudly. I get up past James and Sidney and make my way to Bobby.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I ask angrily. His whole group stops talking and turns to stare at me.

“I’ll be back,” Bobby says to the group. The girl gets off of him and he drags me through the club. I look at Geno and the guys and they are all watching me. We go outside and Bobby lights a cigarette. He stands there staring at me waiting for me to say something.

“You’re an asshole,” I say angrily. My emotions felt all over the place and I know that I drank too much.

“Why am I an asshole?” he asks calmly.

“Who the fuck was the chick in your lap?”

“Chill. Chelsea’s just a friend,” he says before taking a long drag.

“So you just let random broads sit on you when your girlfriend’s literally a few feet away?”

“Girlfriend? Oh you mean my girlfriend that was whoring herself out to all those hockey players?”

“I was just talking to them. It wasn’t like I was in one of their laps,” I spit coldly.

“You know what Quinn I’m tired of all these games. I can’t do it anymore. I’m done,” he says nonchalantly. I feel tears prick my eyes and my anger is subsiding.

“So that’s it?”

“I’m done.” He’s about to get on his motorcycle when I grab his arm.

“Please don’t do this. I’m sorry,” I plead. He yanks his arm away and puts his helmet on.

“Have a good one Quinn.” He starts his motorcycle and disappears down the street. I slide down the wall and start sobbing. I messed everything up and now I was alone. I sit there with my head in my knees for a while when I feel someone crouch in front of me.

“Is okay?” Geno asks.

“No,” I mutter.

“Come. I take home.”

“But Audrina.”

“She go with Lazy,” he tells me.

“Who?”

“James.” Of course of all the nights I need my best friend she’s off getting lucky. Geno helps me up and we walk in silence to his car. I tell him the directions to my apartment and we pull up front twenty minutes later.

“Do you want to come up stairs?” I ask awkwardly. He nods his head and turns off the car. We walk inside and I boil the kettle.

“Is nice,” he says while looking around. I don’t know why I invited him up. I guess I didn’t really feel like being alone. I made us some tea and we sat on the couch watching sport’s highlights.

“Do you miss Russia?” I ask him randomly. The silence was killing me and I was really curious about the hockey player sitting next to me.

“Da. Hockey worth it though. You from Pittsburgh?” he asks.

“No I’m from Colorado but Audrina got a job here so I followed her here,” I tell him.

“Miss parents?”

“My parents died in a car accident when I was younger.”

“I sorry,” he says sadly.

“It’s okay.” I ask him more about Russia and I like seeing his face light up when he talks about it. We talk for the rest of the night until I start to feel my eyelids get heavy. I listen to his deep voice and I’m transported to another world.

I hear a loud bang and I shoot up. I’m on the couch with a blanket draped over me so I look around and Geno is nowhere to be seen. I feel a pang of sadness at his absence but I’m temporarily distracted when Audrina sits next to me. She’s wearing the same clothes from last night and she’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” I say smiling.

“Hey,” she replies casually.

“Scale of 1-10.”

“11,” she says smiling.

“That good?” I ask astonished.

“It was amazing. Hey did Bobby drop you off last night?”

“No. We broke up.” She rolls her eyes and sighs.

“What happened?”

“He thought I was playing games because I was sitting with the Penguins and he said he was over it and left me crying outside the club alone.”

“He’s mad at you now but he’ll come crawling back like he always does and you’ll forgive him like you always do. So then how did you get home?”

“Geno drove me home. Then I invited him up and we talked,” I tell her.

“Wait he was here last night with you?” she asks excitedly. I nod and her smile grows wider.

“But he disappeared this morning.”

“They had practice,” she tells me and I suddenly feel better. I go into my room to have a quick power nap before I head back to work for the evening shift.

I grab my lunch and head to the hallway me and the other residents always sit it to have lunch. I find Matt and Dr. Elias Dixon practicing a new suture technique on bananas.

“You’re pulling too hard. You’d rip the tissue if that were a human,” I tell Elias.

“Okay well Dr. Perfect you do it,” he says tossing me the banana. I set to work carefully manoeuvring the thread in and out of the skin.

“Quinn how was the game?” Matt asks me.

“Good the Penguins got the shutout and won 3-0 against the Avalanche.”

“Wow you even know what a shutout is. I’m impressed,” Elias says smiling. I finish suturing and toss him the banana.

“Voila,” I say proudly.

“I bet you sit at home and practice,” he says peeved.

“How’s Bobby doing?” Matt asks me.

“We broke up,” I reply with food in my mouth.

“That sucks I’m sorry.” I shrug and continue eating.

“So you’re available. You want to go to an on-call room?” Elias asks suggestively.

“Never in a million years,” I laugh. I finish my shift and check my phone and see I have a missed text from Beau.

Beau:
I think I have an infection. Will you come over and check it out?

Me:
Sure. Be there soon

I put my coat on and head to the hockey player’s house.

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