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what do you think about doing this paint and sip deal with me later? we can get plenty wine drunk beforehand. @limelightzegras

as much as it pains me to say this because i'd much rather be in the playoffs..i'm pulling for the flyers, man. watching you guys has been electric. how's it all feel being your first playoff experience? @limelightzegras

we need to find a new first to do together outside of scoring because we've now achieved first goals and first post-season points together. it needs to be something that'll really get people talking too. @limelightzegras

The roar of the Pittburgh crowd was still ringing in Jamie's ears while he sat in his stall, unpacking what had just happened tonight. He was sore, tired and he was pretty sure he was bleeding from the scrum that he'd been apart of after the final buzzer sounded. It was something to deal with later though. Right now, all he cared about was getting his shit off and together and on the plane back home to decompress in his own bed, at least. Jamie's eyes glanced around at the other guys in the room doing the same as him with their heads hung just as low as his was. The vibe was all the same with everyone — they wanted to win this — no, needed to win this. But they just had to regroup and take them over at home. Once everything was off and he was changed back into more normal, comfier attire, Jamie placed his hat back on his head and motioned for the equipment guys to take his things before walking out and catching a few of the other guys on his way. Someone he didn't see yet though, was Trevor. Which meant he was either still in the locker room, or already on the bus to the airport. He finally caught sight of the other, but Barkey had already claimed the seat next to him and Jamie couldn't be mad at it. Pulling his phone out, he shot Trevor a text — Sit next to me on the plane. — knowing he'd see it and comply. They usually sat next to each other anyways, but right now, the only person Jamie could stand being around, was Trevor. Thankfully, it wasn't long after that they were at the tarmac and boarded, the hockey player instantly finding the seats at the back of the plane they both liked sitting in. As he was putting his backpack under the seat, he knew exactly who it was before he looked. "Was worried you were gonna blow me off for Barkey again. It's his birthday after all," Jamie teased before sitting back up. "You okay?" @limelightzegras

There's reason to believe many of them would succumb to the winter without my intervention.