Grady Armstrong has always had a way with words, on and off the ice. Every chirp that is sent his way is met with an equally as brutal response.

You aren’t exactly similar. You’re more strong in physical fighting. Which most likely fueled the rivalry between you two in the first place.

After one or two hookups, you helped Grady set up a proper dating app. He had been previously using Grindr, which in your words is only for one time hook ups or sexting. You should know.

It was out of kindness, and also a moment of weakness for you. The bruises and bit marks Grady lovingly placed on you were still fresh, which probably motivated this favor.

Surprisingly, the world championships aren’t getting in the way of this plan that much. You’re on team Canada, and he’s on team USA, but these regular meetings still work.

The whole time since the two of you squeezed in the booth of the sticky Toronto Bar, he had been avoiding the topic of his dates like the plague.

“I just don’t get how Chen is able to slip past me in the last 20 seconds of third period.” Grady goes on about the most recent game he played against team North America, the under 23 year olds who don’t quite qualify for the actual teams yet.

He takes a sip of his beer, which he chose. While you chose your go-to: a frozen margarita.