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Why do you want to go out? Aren’t you married?

And happily so

I’m trying to get you laid, dumbass

//I have a much better chance of getting laid if you leave me the fuck alone [DELETED]

I don’t want a random hookup

Ugggggh Evers you’re so fucking boring in your old age

We’re basically the same age asshole

I’m younger in spirit though

FINE I’ll come

Do NOT try to set me up with anyone jfc

Booo

Henri startled awake as his hotel door opened and then shut. Groggy, he sat up and reached for the lamp next to him only to have a strong hand close around his. The dark shape next to him kissed the back of his hand. The shape also smelled of cigars and whiskey.

“You smell like ass,” Henri grumped. He pulled up the cover to make room for Dylan. “Did you enjoy your night out?”

Dylan collapsed onto the bed. Well, he might’ve aimed for the bed, but he was mostly on Henri. Henri choked as the dead weight compressed all the air out of his lungs at once.

“I feel like fucking shit,” Dylan moaned into Henri’s ribs. “I was too old for this crap like five years ago. Fuck Andrew Novak for doing this to me.”

A few hours ago, when Dylan had told him about the outing with Novak, Duffy, Lynwood, and Friedman, Henri had offered to tag along. It didn’t exactly sound fun, but he could be social for Dylan’s sake. Dylan had taken one look at him and shaken his head.

“I’m not gonna make us both miserable,” he’d grumbled, his expression so sour Henri reached out to rub away the frown lines in his forehead. “Don’t wait up.”

So Henri hadn’t. He’d put on the TV for background noise, watched the highlights of their game that evening, and fallen asleep just after midnight. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand—it read 3:21 a.m. in glistening green lines—and winced in sympathy. They had an 8 a.m. flight to Buffalo.

Henri ran one hand through Dylan’s hair, matted with sweat and smelling smoky in the most unappealing way, while he worked the other into the knots between Dylan’s shoulders. “Did you have fun?”

Dylan shrugged, a whole-body movement. “I’d’ve had more fun with you.”

“Maybe.” He kissed Dylan’s head. He wrinkled his nose. “You really do stink.”

“Sorry.” A pause. “I can go to my own room if you want.”

“No, stay.” Henri tucked Dylan under his chin and yawned. “We can shower in the morning.”

Dylan was already snoring.

abqturkeysnhl (January 5, 2024): The Turkeys lose to the Buffalo Bears 1-4. Heading back home to Albuquerque to try and regain some momentum!

↪ goaliegoals: okay but like…..we lost that game because we took six penalties. SIX. baptiste had to kill all of them. he played 27 minutes when he normally plays 16-18 ish. the man was EXHAUSTED when it was time to do offense, couldn’t find his legs.

↪ turkeytalk: Everett and Novak weren’t looking good either. Slow, which doesn’t make a lot of sense given neither of them sees the PK. Not a good showing for the top line. Third and fourth line were solid, really generating some chances…which doesn’t matter when you take that many penalties.

Nover (January 2024)

Hey I’ve got a bunch of the guys in my room

We’re playing poker