Sidney swallowed hard, remembering how he had almost choked on the timbit. He remembered staring at the television in the Tim Hortons with the rest of his friends, relaxing after a long practice, and wondering why the girl who always seemed so happy singing about malls and sandcastles was now screeching into the mic like a ref had missed an icing call.
He looked at the brunette standing in front of him with her hand extended. There was no way that this Robin Scherbatsky could possibly be Robin Sparkles. "Nice to meet you too," he said awkwardly, clasping her hand.
"Sidney Crosby," she breathed, still holding onto his hand.
Oh shit. Jack used to rib him endlessly for ruining supposed "sure deals", and the situation hadn't gotten much better with time, but he recognized this look. Wide eyes, slightly parted lips, head tilted backwards. He shot a panicked look at the burly man standing beside the woman, Don something, but the other man looked equally horrified. "That's me."
"I know." She gave a breathy little laugh that made the hairs stand up on the back of Sidney's neck. "Of course I do. Everyone does. The Golden Goal. Youngest captain ever to win the Cup. The Golden Goal. Sid the Kid. The Golden Goal."
"Cool," he said desperately, and then choked as she stepped so close her mouth was almost pressed to his ear. This was ridiculous. He was Sidney Crosby and he was paid to get slammed into the boards every other day, he dealt with media personnel all the time - Mother of God, what was she doing with her leg?
"Do you know," she whispered into his ear, tightening her grip on his sweat-dampened hands. "I think my panties are halfway to China by now."
"The team bus is leaving soon," Sidney forced out. "Got to get back to Pittsburgh."
Her eyes narrowed. "You are not leaving yet. We haven't even had a Molson!"
"I - I don't really drink," Sidney stammered, although if someone had offered him a Canadian whiskey right then, he would have downed it. "I really have to go."
"Not yet," she insisted. Her eyes went wider. "The law can't stop my love. I'll fit you like a glove.."
Sidney groaned internally. He'd been right. This wasn't Robin Sparkles.
Sidney swallowed hard, remembering how he had almost choked on the timbit. He remembered staring at the television in the Tim Hortons with the rest of his friends, relaxing after a long practice, and wondering why the girl who always seemed so happy singing about malls and sandcastles was now screeching into the mic like a ref had missed an icing call.
He looked at the brunette standing in front of him with her hand extended. There was no way that this Robin Scherbatsky could possibly be Robin Sparkles. "Nice to meet you too," he said awkwardly, clasping her hand.
"Sidney Crosby," she breathed, still holding onto his hand.
Oh shit. Jack used to rib him endlessly for ruining supposed "sure deals", and the situation hadn't gotten much better with time, but he recognized this look. Wide eyes, slightly parted lips, head tilted backwards. He shot a panicked look at the burly man standing beside the woman, Don something, but the other man looked equally horrified. "That's me."
"I know." She gave a breathy little laugh that made the hairs stand up on the back of Sidney's neck. "Of course I do. Everyone does. The Golden Goal. Youngest captain ever to win the Cup. The Golden Goal. Sid the Kid. The Golden Goal."
"Cool," he said desperately, and then choked as she stepped so close her mouth was almost pressed to his ear. This was ridiculous. He was Sidney Crosby and he was paid to get slammed into the boards every other day, he dealt with media personnel all the time - Mother of God, what was she doing with her leg?
"Do you know," she whispered into his ear, tightening her grip on his sweat-dampened hands. "I think my panties are halfway to China by now."
"The team bus is leaving soon," Sidney forced out. "Got to get back to Pittsburgh."
Her eyes narrowed. "You are not leaving yet. We haven't even had a Molson!"
"I - I don't really drink," Sidney stammered, although if someone had offered him a Canadian whiskey right then, he would have downed it. "I really have to go."
"Not yet," she insisted. Her eyes went wider. "The law can't stop my love. I'll fit you like a glove.."
Sidney groaned internally. He'd been right. This wasn't Robin Sparkles.
This was Robin fucking Daggers.
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