#fatedskates

Song: Sick of the Sun by Poppy

"Is because I am, but Shane wants me to try and be more healthy. So here I am. Trying to make my boyfriend happy." Ilya snorts, leaning against the counter as he looks up at the menu. It's still strange, being able to call Shane his boyfriend out in public, but it's nice. "I don't want anything with nasty vegetables in it. Yuck!"

Maybe Hayden did make a beeline for the Kingfisher before everyone else got there. He's been dealing with a lot of stress lately, and, well, he could use the ten minutes of alone time before the rest of the team piled in after him. He slides into one of the barstools and smiles at Kip, waving a hand. "Hi! The rest of the team will be here soon. Sorry we beat Hunter." He winks and laughs, leaning against the bar with a shrug. "Watcha got? Anything you recommend?"

"Hm?" He's only further proving Kip's point, but he can't help it. His eyes are glued to the man on the other side of the bar, currently grappling with a mic stand while he chats easily with a few bystanders. He's easy and flirty and sensual. Somehow doing his entire set up while making sure that every person around him receives his undivided attention and adoration. He's a marvel. Ryan can't even be sure that he's entirely real, or how he got so lucky. Fabian tosses a wink in his direction and it's enough to make Ryan blush and turn back to his drink, and the man sitting next to him at the bar. "Shit." He winces, "I'm being...it's rude. I'm sorry." He physically has to turn his body towards Kip's to ensure that his focus doesn't drift, and even then he's pretty sure it still will.

he never had the honor of playing with hollander , and maybe that was a good thing . maybe it's good to have a few players left in the league that he can respect and admire without them being tarnished by locker room experiences . ryan feels a familiar spike of anxiety when his name is called across the ice and his first thought is , automatically , that he's going to be the first player ever traded from a volunteer charity hockey camp for kids . rozanov made a mistake . of course this wouldn't last . of course it was too good to be true --- ryan swallows down the clog in his throat as he skates over to hollander . former rookie of the year , stanley cup champion , best player in the league , shane hollander . "if this is about earlier --- " whether it's walking in on him and rozanov , or accidentally making a kid cry during a drill , he can't quite decide which is the potential bigger offense . " it won't happen again . "

"Oh, very funny," Ilya drawled with an eye roll at the little joke. "Yes, you can see my name right there." He pointed to a far wall where a Boston Raiders banner hung proudly. It didn't bear any of the team names, but it got the point across. He then casually leaned one arm along the top of the console in front of the bike, looking entirely casual and his other hand picked up the hem of his shirt to wipe away sweat from his mouth, exposing his torso. "So what, you do not exercise enough in practice?"