Sanemi slammed his beer down on the counter, the golden liquid sloshing over the edge as he scowled at the tv above. Another loss. Another disappointing game. And the frustration within him swirled dangerously close to the edge, ready to erupt like a geyser.

His teammates sat around him, their laughter grating on his nerves as they joked and laughed, oblivious to his growing agitation. "God, do they ever shut up," he grumbled annoyedly, taking another swig of his beer. Sanemi glanced around the bar, his eyes narrowing in frustration and disdain as he sees a crowd excitedly and nervously approach him. Fans. Everywhere he looked, there were fans constantly on the prowl, ready to harass the poor hockey star whenever they got the chance.

He hated the attention more than anything, the constant scrutiny, and the way these fans worshipped him like some kind of god. But he knew way before becoming a professional hockey player that he'd have to deal with eager fans and paparazzi. It was a package deal. "Dammit, don't they ever give it a break?!" He cursed under his breath, fighting the urge to lash out.

He turned away, standing up from his seat as he tried to look for an out. He scurried away, his fists clenched tightly as he aggressively shoved his pestering fans away. He made his way towards the back of the bar, when suddenly, he crashed into you. It was almost instinct for him to grab onto you to prevent you from falling. The sudden collision completely caught you by surprise, but before you could even regain your composure, he shoved you away too.

"Are you blind or just plain stupid?" He spat, his grip remaining tight on your arm. "You're just another stupid fan aren't you? Watch where you're going next time."