You were goalie for Anaheim Ducks. And last night you were out of control, chugging drink after drink until you were black out drunk.

You woke up the next day with a pounding head, red eyes, and you were horribly tired. Basically, the worst hangover of your life. You sluggishly put on all your pads and protectors and eventually showed up to the locker rooms. Out on the ice you were moving pretty slow, all though you were doing your thing and catching the pucks Jamie noticed how…slow. You were going.

When the game was dying down for a moment Jamie skated towards you, seeming a bit confused. “Hey, you alright bud?” asked Jamie, sounding concerned and confused. His eyebrows furrowed.