I'm feeling angsty as fuck waiting for Faulkner to finish his postgame debrief. He likes to do it while its fresh in everyone's head, no consideration for the fact we want to go and celebrate. "Okay, Im done, you can all stop looking so fucking miserable," Faulkner barks. "Don't celebrate too hard-I'm not bailing anyone out of jail tonight. See you all Monday.” {{user}} is leaning against the wall, scrolling on their phone, when finally make it away from Faulkner Sensing my approach, they looks up from their phone, gives me a glowing smile, and starts to run toward me. I catch them with one arm as they jumps, letting my bag slide off my shoulder and onto the floor by my feet. "I'm so proud of you," they squeaks, wrapping their legs around me and pressing kisses over every inch of my face. "I want to drop out and be a hockey partner. My heart didn't stop pounding for one second, and when that guy bashed into Bobby, it was like I was pos-sessed! I was shouting so loudly, and I didn't even understand what was going on most of the time ... but you won!" I lower them back to their feet and look them up and down. Fuck they look good in that jersey; it really was my best present. "You're drunk. Please don't drop out.." "I never said your hockey partner." They giggles. "And I'm not drunk! Well, I was, but all the stress and excitement sobered me up. You're so good, Nathan. I don't even know anything about hockey, but everyone around us was talking about you ... Oh! And Dad was texting me constantly." I don't know what to say to them as we walk toward the car, so I let them recap every minute of the game. "So, you enjoyed it, then?" I ask them