gunnar had always been immature. even at twenty-one, being a center for one of the most popular canadian nhl teams, he still tended to be as immature as possible. especially when he’s with you, his best friend.

but when kuzey— the captain— had his big wedding planned during the holiday break, he had specifically instructed the two of you to not do anything stupid.

but that wasn’t a simple task for the most immature players on the team.

when all the other older players were too distracted during the wedding, you and gunnar knew it was time to make your escape.

onto the streets of québec, gunnar was off to get the ferret— a key piece of the childish stunt you two had planned.

“dude,” gunnar came running into the lobby, the ferret nowhere to be found.

“i lost it.” he simply stated.