Under Different Circumstances 223/?
Title: Under Different Circumstances
Chapter 223/?: Hockey Night at the Lambert-Tremblays
Characters: Jean-Pierre, Vincent
Genre: Humour
Rating for this chapter: T-
Pairings: Jean-PierrexVincent
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: It's hockey night in Canada and the Leafs are playing the Habs.
Note: For a school project. Audio track and pictures included.
Under Different Circumstances
Hockey Night at the Lambert-Tremblays
I did not have the space I wanted for the "room" so I had to use a back up plan of a back up plan.
Can't upload the audio here though, OH WELL. Pfft.
This chapter was written for one of my sculpture projects. I wanted to incorporated my writing in my project and somehow or other, it turned into recreating a space my characters frequented. I decided to make the UDC living room and somehow or other, I was convinced to write a chapter for the class and then even recorded myself reading it, so that the class could hear. It was the most stressful thing ever.
Under Different Circumstances
Hockey Night at the Lambert-Tremblays
By pure coincidence, Jean-Pierre happened to be off from work that night. By another coincidence, there was a hockey game on that night and not only were both their teams playing, but they were playing against each other. The opportunity was hard to miss and so, they decided to make a date night out of it, as they had in the past, before Jean-Pierre opened the restaurant.
The finger food was prepared, the beer was refrigerated and the appropriate clothing was changed into, by the time the game started. They slipped into their regular spots, on the living room couch, Jean-Pierre with his beer and Vincent with his wine and they eagerly discussed players and tactics, waiting for the game to officially start.
Jean-Pierre was confident that tonight was going to be a good night for the Habs and it felt good to fall into old familiar habits and friendly competition, as they watched the players of the two teams take their positions and start playing. They both agreed that the French broadcast was much better than the English one and turned the TV on to RDS. However, not even within the first ten minutes of the game, the Leafs managed to score. Vincent was on his feet cheering loudly, while Jean-Pierre cursed at the television screen.
“What was it you were saying earlier, about your boys being in shape?” His husband teased.
“C’est l’début d’la game, tout peu arriver.”/ “It’s the start of the game, anything can happen.”
“You’re right, everything can still happen.” Vincent grinned and sat back down.
There were a few close calls here and there, but for a good while, the score remained one-nothing. However, towards the end of the first period, the Canadiens tied it up and this time, it was Jean-Pierre, who was up on his feet cheering.
“Calm down, là, it’s only one-one.”
“Pas grave! Les choses commencent à dev’nir intéressante.”/ “It doesn’t matter! Things are starting to get interesting.”
When the period ended, they used the break to make a stop to the washroom and refill their drinks. They stretched their legs, Monsieur was let out and they were back in place for the start of the second period.
The score remained tied for more than half of the period. There were good saves made by both goalies and many times, when both Vincent and Jean-Pierre found themselves yelling profanities at the television.
However, once they entered the second half, of the second period, it seemed as though many things happened quickly and with relative rapid succession.
Within four and a half minutes, the Maple Leafs managed to score twice. Vincent was doing victory dances around the couch, while Jean-Pierre groaned from the folds of his hands.
“And you can kiss my Leafs clad ass, buddy. I believe it is now 3-1 for my team. We’re not so far behind, you know. You better watch out, or we might just take your standing and your playoff spot.”
“Woah, woah, calme-toi, là, y reste encore ben des games avant les playoffs.”/ “Woah, woah, calm down, there’re still many games left before the playoffs.”
“You keep telling yourself that, chéri, but I’m going for a second consecutive playoff appearance.”
“Wow, aye, le gros miracle, han?”/ “Wow, the big miracle, eh?” Jean-Pierre told him sarcastically. Vincent took one of the couch pillows and repeatedly hit the other man, until Jean-Pierre wrestled it out of his arms. And just in time, for the Habs managed to gather the puck and speed, in order to bring the game to 3-2, with seconds to spare.
“Qu’ess tu disais d’ton cul, pis des Maple Loaves?”/ “What were you saying about your ass and the Maple Loaves?”
“Mange d’la marde.”/ “Shut up.”
“Moi aussi je t’aime.”/ “Love you too.”
The start of the third period felt quite similar to the second one. However, after the Habs tied the game, and with a little over half of a period left, Vincent and Jean-Pierre were sitting on the edges of their seat, as the momentum grew.
“C’m’on les boys! C’m’on, un autre, là, go, crisse, patine!”/ “C’m’on boys! C’m’on, another one, go, Christ, skate!”
“Don’t let it in! We have home ice advantage. C’mon Bernier, stop it, stop it, st - yes! Stopped it.”
The adrenaline came to a crescendo, when with a little over five and a half minutes to go, the Maple Leafs scored again. Jean-Pierre’s mood plummeted and Vincent was euphoric.
“You are so losing. So, so, so losing. Losing, losing, losing! Ha! Ha, ha, ha!”
“C’pas fini.”/ “It’s not over.”
“You lost.”
“Arrête.”/ “Stop it.”
“Lost, lost, lost.” Vincent nearly sung, already doing a happy dance. Jean-Pierre feared for the worst, when Price was pulled out and as the last minute ticked down, his fears were confirmed.
“C’tait même pas un but!”/ “That wasn’t even a goal!”
“It would have been a penalty and then a goal.”
“Pis ça, pas nécessairement.”/ “So what, not necessarily.”
“Well, it counts.”
“Crisse, ça sert à quoi, y’ont gagné pareil!”/ “Christ, what was the point, they won anyways!”
“5-3!”
“Y’aurait pu laisser ça à 4-3, misère.”/ “They coulda left it to 4-3, jeez.”
“5-3, fair and square.”
“Chuis pas trop sûr de ça.”/ “I’m not too sure about that.”
“Aww, you’re just jealous I won. Now, how about a little celebration?” Jean-Pierre groaned, he wasn’t going to hear the end of this, until the next time the Habs would win against the Leafs.
OWARI 223
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: January 30th 2014, 5:43pm
Finished writing: February 1st 2014, 12:10am
Started typing: March 29th 2014, 11:18am
Finished typing: March 29th 2014, 11:41am
Chapter 223/?: Hockey Night at the Lambert-Tremblays
Characters: Jean-Pierre, Vincent
Genre: Humour
Rating for this chapter: T-
Pairings: Jean-PierrexVincent
Summary: A series of short stories showing the evolution between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
This chapter summary: It's hockey night in Canada and the Leafs are playing the Habs.
Note: For a school project. Audio track and pictures included.
Under Different Circumstances
Hockey Night at the Lambert-Tremblays
I did not have the space I wanted for the "room" so I had to use a back up plan of a back up plan.
Can't upload the audio here though, OH WELL. Pfft.
This chapter was written for one of my sculpture projects. I wanted to incorporated my writing in my project and somehow or other, it turned into recreating a space my characters frequented. I decided to make the UDC living room and somehow or other, I was convinced to write a chapter for the class and then even recorded myself reading it, so that the class could hear. It was the most stressful thing ever.
Under Different Circumstances
Hockey Night at the Lambert-Tremblays
By pure coincidence, Jean-Pierre happened to be off from work that night. By another coincidence, there was a hockey game on that night and not only were both their teams playing, but they were playing against each other. The opportunity was hard to miss and so, they decided to make a date night out of it, as they had in the past, before Jean-Pierre opened the restaurant.
The finger food was prepared, the beer was refrigerated and the appropriate clothing was changed into, by the time the game started. They slipped into their regular spots, on the living room couch, Jean-Pierre with his beer and Vincent with his wine and they eagerly discussed players and tactics, waiting for the game to officially start.
Jean-Pierre was confident that tonight was going to be a good night for the Habs and it felt good to fall into old familiar habits and friendly competition, as they watched the players of the two teams take their positions and start playing. They both agreed that the French broadcast was much better than the English one and turned the TV on to RDS. However, not even within the first ten minutes of the game, the Leafs managed to score. Vincent was on his feet cheering loudly, while Jean-Pierre cursed at the television screen.
“What was it you were saying earlier, about your boys being in shape?” His husband teased.
“C’est l’début d’la game, tout peu arriver.”/ “It’s the start of the game, anything can happen.”
“You’re right, everything can still happen.” Vincent grinned and sat back down.
There were a few close calls here and there, but for a good while, the score remained one-nothing. However, towards the end of the first period, the Canadiens tied it up and this time, it was Jean-Pierre, who was up on his feet cheering.
“Calm down, là, it’s only one-one.”
“Pas grave! Les choses commencent à dev’nir intéressante.”/ “It doesn’t matter! Things are starting to get interesting.”
When the period ended, they used the break to make a stop to the washroom and refill their drinks. They stretched their legs, Monsieur was let out and they were back in place for the start of the second period.
The score remained tied for more than half of the period. There were good saves made by both goalies and many times, when both Vincent and Jean-Pierre found themselves yelling profanities at the television.
However, once they entered the second half, of the second period, it seemed as though many things happened quickly and with relative rapid succession.
Within four and a half minutes, the Maple Leafs managed to score twice. Vincent was doing victory dances around the couch, while Jean-Pierre groaned from the folds of his hands.
“And you can kiss my Leafs clad ass, buddy. I believe it is now 3-1 for my team. We’re not so far behind, you know. You better watch out, or we might just take your standing and your playoff spot.”
“Woah, woah, calme-toi, là, y reste encore ben des games avant les playoffs.”/ “Woah, woah, calm down, there’re still many games left before the playoffs.”
“You keep telling yourself that, chéri, but I’m going for a second consecutive playoff appearance.”
“Wow, aye, le gros miracle, han?”/ “Wow, the big miracle, eh?” Jean-Pierre told him sarcastically. Vincent took one of the couch pillows and repeatedly hit the other man, until Jean-Pierre wrestled it out of his arms. And just in time, for the Habs managed to gather the puck and speed, in order to bring the game to 3-2, with seconds to spare.
“Qu’ess tu disais d’ton cul, pis des Maple Loaves?”/ “What were you saying about your ass and the Maple Loaves?”
“Mange d’la marde.”/ “Shut up.”
“Moi aussi je t’aime.”/ “Love you too.”
The start of the third period felt quite similar to the second one. However, after the Habs tied the game, and with a little over half of a period left, Vincent and Jean-Pierre were sitting on the edges of their seat, as the momentum grew.
“C’m’on les boys! C’m’on, un autre, là, go, crisse, patine!”/ “C’m’on boys! C’m’on, another one, go, Christ, skate!”
“Don’t let it in! We have home ice advantage. C’mon Bernier, stop it, stop it, st - yes! Stopped it.”
The adrenaline came to a crescendo, when with a little over five and a half minutes to go, the Maple Leafs scored again. Jean-Pierre’s mood plummeted and Vincent was euphoric.
“You are so losing. So, so, so losing. Losing, losing, losing! Ha! Ha, ha, ha!”
“C’pas fini.”/ “It’s not over.”
“You lost.”
“Arrête.”/ “Stop it.”
“Lost, lost, lost.” Vincent nearly sung, already doing a happy dance. Jean-Pierre feared for the worst, when Price was pulled out and as the last minute ticked down, his fears were confirmed.
“C’tait même pas un but!”/ “That wasn’t even a goal!”
“It would have been a penalty and then a goal.”
“Pis ça, pas nécessairement.”/ “So what, not necessarily.”
“Well, it counts.”
“Crisse, ça sert à quoi, y’ont gagné pareil!”/ “Christ, what was the point, they won anyways!”
“5-3!”
“Y’aurait pu laisser ça à 4-3, misère.”/ “They coulda left it to 4-3, jeez.”
“5-3, fair and square.”
“Chuis pas trop sûr de ça.”/ “I’m not too sure about that.”
“Aww, you’re just jealous I won. Now, how about a little celebration?” Jean-Pierre groaned, he wasn’t going to hear the end of this, until the next time the Habs would win against the Leafs.
OWARI 223
I do accept anonymous reviews.
Started writing: January 30th 2014, 5:43pm
Finished writing: February 1st 2014, 12:10am
Started typing: March 29th 2014, 11:18am
Finished typing: March 29th 2014, 11:41am