55: PS Thanks, beautiful.
Casey: How are you feeling?
55: Like I’ve been hit by a truck. Lennon worked his magic, so hopefully, it won’t be too bad tomorrow.
Lennon is the team’s head athletic trainer; he’ll have done a good job fixing Kodie up. I fucking hate the fact that he’s hurting because of those assholes tonight though.
Casey: You let someone else get their hands on you…
55: Trust me when I say it was nowhere near as fun as having your hands on me. Pretty sure someone tortured him in a previous life and he’s after revenge. He’s brutal.
Casey: I’ve heard plenty of players get ‘excited’ during sessions…
55: It was Linc, wasn’t it?
I can’t help but burst out laughing.
Of course, I’m talking about guys Parker has worked on. As of yet, they haven’t been hockey players.
Casey: My lips are sealed.
Casey: What are your plans for tonight?
55: The guys are hitting the bar.
Casey: You all deserve a drink after that.
55: I’m not going.
Casey: Oh?
55: I’m not feeling very sociable. There’s only one person I want to hang out with right now.
Casey: Is that right?
55: I’m also waiting for my post-game photo…
Casey: Ah…about that…
55: What? Don’t tell me that my night is about to get even worse
Casey: So…
I smile to myself as I imagine him staring at his phone impatiently.
Casey: Iwas thinking…
Casey: You win, and you get a treat.
Casey: You lose and…
55: Trouble?
Casey: You lose, and I’m the one who gets the thrill…
Casey: I think it’s only fair, don’t you? You’re over there collecting all the spank bank material, and all I’ve got is memories.
Casey: You have no idea how badly I want to look at you while I get myself off…
