Arsene watched the draft from his home with a bottle of his favourite Arsenich vodka. He knew that as a late addition to the already large number of rookies he wouldn't be selected early, and as if that wasn't enough, no team expressed actual interest in him before the draft. Needless to say, he didn't bother to attend the event in person. However, it was interesting to see if any team even takes a chance on him since he didn't garner much attention prior to the draft. The game was to take a shot every time an overrated poser was selected ahead of him. By the time 2nd round came to end, Arsene was already rather drunk.
"Are there any more players left?", Arsenich mumbled as he took another shot.
"Who are these people?"
But as the bottle came to end and Arsene was getting quite nervous about whether he had to open another bottle , hearing his name was like a gift from the gods.
"You know, if that didn't happen right at that moment, I'd probably die from alcohol poisoning on the spot." he said to a friend later.
Because of timezone differences he was contacted by his new team, Anchorage Armada only on next day's evening, so he had time to sober up a bit.
"You know, I'm glad someone actually cared enough to read the whole available prospect list. Sometimes that pays off, you know." Arsene said to his new GM. "I don't care much about the pick I'm selected with as much as opportunity I'll be given. Alaska is a cool place, not so different from home, I'll feel decent there. You'll hear of me by stuff I do on ice, not what I do outside the arena."
What does that mean is left to speculation as pre season approaches and we'll see what the rookie can do.