The game couldn’t have gone any better. The Bruins, having had a somewhat slightly better than mediocre season, had surged in recent weeks. Going into tonight’s game against the worst team in the East, the Bruins had expected to win, and boy, did they. Anders had skated off the ice at the end of the third period with a +3 performance and a 2nd star of the game. He was completely exhilarated, yet the game wasn't the part of the night he had been looking forward to most. Earlier in the week he had arranged for one of his monthly allowance of comped tickets to be left for tonight’s game for Vera, the game to be followed by drinks and a bite to eat. He’d been looking forward to it all week, and tried his best to speed up the post-game media scrum as best he could. After about 40 minutes or so, he had quickly showered and changed, and made his way up to her suite to get her. “Hey,” he smiled warmly, reaching in for a big hug. “Looks like you were good luck tonight,” Anders said smoothly.
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