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the attention tonight had been... a lot. it was their first centaurs charity event since shane had joined the team, and the ins and outs of their relationship seemed to be all anyone wanted to talk about. there were a few nasty looks or comments sprinkled here and there, but it was mostly met with too many personal questions. how long had they been together? what is their relationship dynamic like? did the ever let the other win when they were on separate teams?
it was bad enough that the two eventually separated from one another, in hopes of talking about something actually hockey-related. about the charity event itself. anything other than their personal lives. it seemed to bother shane more than ilya, so ilya took his fried shrimp and glass of champagne and went elsewhere.
they're probably halfway through the event when ilya notices something is wrong. he can't quite put a finger on it. it's getting hotter in there. he's starting to sweat, his heart is racing and ringing in his ears. his body just feels off. and then his stomach turns. the champagne glass slips out from his hand and every head in the room turns, including shane's. ❝ izvini. sorry. ❞ he wants to stay and help clean it up, but his feet are already carrying him towards the bathroom, bumping into a chair or two along the way.
his stomach protests the moment he enters the bathroom. he doesn't even make it to a stall. thank god there's nobody else in here. of course, there aren't paper towels in here. just hand dryers. he back himself against the bathroom wall and slides down, vision turning blurry around the edges. what the fuck was going on? he pulls out his phone after a minute, shaking fingers taking far too long to send the simple text.
[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 jane] : bathroom? sick.
