#br1llare

marlowe's  standing  in  front  of  the  heights  community  center,  gazing  at  the  door  intensively.  she  wants  to  walk  in,  truly,  really,  does.  but  there's  something  holding  her  back  -  like  an  invisible  force  wrapped  around  her  ankles.  could  it  be  that  marlowe  dench  is  nervous?  that  would  be  a  first  in  her  colorful,  eventful  life.  broad  shoulders  and  sculpted  muscles  move  in  the  corner  of  her  eyes,  catching  her  attention  like  as  if  she  was  a  fish  caught  on  a  hook.  she  whips  her  head  around.  “  wait  up,  hockey  man  !  ”  calls  out,  moving  her  stony  legs  towards  quinn.  “  you  have  to  do  me  a  big  favor,  'kay?  ”

"honestly bro i wish we were on the same team, we'd be unstoppable." he mused, nothing but truth behind his words. he truly enjoyed being in the rink with quinn, he was such a good player. "maybe next trade i'll transfer?" he admitted, again nothing but truth. he couldn't help but think that together, they'd win their first stanley cup.