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Josh winced slightly as the cold ice pack made contact with his buried eye socket. He lasted a while without having a fight on the ice. Almost an entire season. And aside from the last few games, it had been surprisingly easy. There was this one guy on the other team, though. The comments he kept spewing at his teammates made Josh want to kick the bastard’s teeth in- - to the point where he did. He got his ass partially kicked by the rest of the opposing team in return, but he made sure to get a few good hits in before he was escorted off the ice. He was suspended for the next five games, and while that sucked Josh knew it could have been way worse. Besides, a couple weeks off wasn’t exactly the worst thing in the world. “I just know that little prick better run the other way next time I see him…” He muttered to himself, shaking his head slowly as he reached for his beer. He grabbed the can and shook it slightly, discovering it was empty. “Babe,” he started. He turned his head to face his partner. “Could grab me a beer? I’ll make it worth your while when you come back…” The request was followed with a grin, a sore arm extending to rest his hand on the other’s thigh. The hand moved up and down slowly as he waited for a response.












