It would be a lie to say that there wasn't a small part of him that missed this. It hadn't even been that long since he'd last played but given the fact that the past four years of his life had revolved around hockey --- it was strange being on this side of it. Celebrating wins that he hadn't contributed to, taking the photo when someone pulled aside Garrett or Logan for a quick word and an autograph. Still, Dean didn't regret where his life was ending up --- and it was impossible not to when he had everything that he wanted, and then some. But damn, if being around professional hockey legends didn't make him miss those glory days. Dean meandered through the overly packed bar towards the designated team area, nodding to where Logan was ducked in a corner, probably talking to Grace. Garrett was already caught up in some hockey-talk with some fans and Dean was more than happy to fill his time with his third favorite player on the team. Or, well, second --- depending on how much he wanted to get under Garrett's skin on any given day. "Rozanov!" Dean grinned as he approached the other blonde, handing over the spare drink in his hand (originally for Garrett, but he snoozed so he losed). "Killer plays out there man, I haven't seen G fighting that hard to keep up since Sophomore year. It's good to know he still has someone to keep his ego in check." / @caprozanov , in 5 minutes they will have a group chat called Blond Bros.
