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***cake307*** · 12-29-2024, 08:36 PM

There’s a thrumming, pounding rhythm of excitement that rushes across the body of players, managers, coaches, prospects, and staff - the Edmonton Blizzard team was lit up with excitement, practically buzzing with energy. Alcohol flowed like as free as water, and half the roster had been sprayed down with champagne in the reverie - Alexa Johansen had done it, and taken home the award for Rookie of the Year. From her perch high on Ólafur and Gwendolyn’s shoulders, the future of the team never looked quite so bright.

As lights flash and cheers and chatter fill the air, Matthias comes around, carrying Jeyeff and Dash on his shoulders - a wide, not-quite-sober-anymore grin spilling across his cheeks, as he tells his soon-to-be teammates how proud of them he is, how much he loves them, and all sorts of things that inebriated players say when they’re as happy as he is. He spins around happily, the two Dmen on his shoulders as light as could be - the world is bright and beautiful in moments like these.

He's stopped by an Alexa as he hasn't seen her often, and certainly didn't when he saw her last year. She's smiling, laughing, face a little bit flushed. There's a drink in her hand, and even more, the smell of it on her breath- she may not be fully drunk, but she's definitely let herself go free tonight. “Put them down, Matty! You're gonna drop ‘em!”

“C’mon now, they’re doing just fi - woah!”

As he looks up to say otherwise, he bumps into a couch, and all three of them go dropping over the front, landing in a puddle on the cushions, and drenching poor Roisin and Javelin in what was left of their drinks - almost immediately, a little impromptu wrestling match kicks off on the carpet in front of the couch, with Jeyeff and Matthias laughing the whole while, before he turns back towards Alexa, grinning sheepishly.

“Okay so maybe I - woah.”

He wobbles a bit as he looks up at Alexa for the first time - he was used to standing a good 8 inches taller than her, but on her linesmen’s shoulders, and with the light in her hair…

He shakes his head - no, no, bad thoughts, Matthias. He grabs a glass - someone’s, he supposed, and raised it up towards her in a happy toast

“I can’t believe you did it - you gutted the league like you’d been in it for years!”

He says with a giant smile, stepping forward and giving hugs to Gwendolyn and Ólafur, too - the whole lot of them had been absolutely amazing, and made the prospect of joining the team even more daunting than it had been before!!

“Oh, shut up,” Alexa snorted at him, getting off Ólafur’s shoulder. Once again, she was shorter than Matthias, but her presence wasn’t any lesser for it. “It was only eighty-nine! I could have had a hundred if I’d started faster!”

“Or a hundred and twenty if the stars aligned!”

He takes a long swig from his cup, and hopes that the red in his face would be mistaken for drunkenness.

“You’ll get it, Capt - Alexa - just wait and see! That gap between you and that is - it’s not so big as all that!”

He stumbles forward a bit, and catches himself on Jeyeff’s leg, the dman still face-down on the couch.

Okay - maybe he was a bit more drunk than he’d thought.

“I can’t even get drunk at my own celebration without worrying about you lugs,” Alexa mumbled as she lifted him. For someone so much smaller, she seemed surprisingly capable of dragging him around. “Where should I dump you, Matthias… want to sleep it off in a bathtub?” She laughed, smacking the back of his head softly.

He leans against a wall, and grabs a bottle nearby, before straightening up, and walking haphazardly down the hallway with her -

“What did it feel like?”

He asks, his voice abuzz with anticipation

“When you realized that you’d won? That above everyone other rookie in your class, you stood at its peak - what was it like?”

“It didn’t feel like much,” Alexa admitted, taking the bottle from him and drinking it herself. “At first. It was… it was, y’know? Big! Too big and shit. Ugh, this beer is terrible. Anyways, uh… took a few days to like… set in, I guess. Then dad called,” she laughed, leaning on a wall. “And I fuckin’ cried! Like a dweeb! I blame you, somehow!”

He covers his mouth with his hand, both to avoid his laugh being too loud, and to hide the enormous smile on his face, having heard her laugh. He looks up at the ceiling, and slips down the wall until he’s at eye level with Alexa. He raises an eyebrow, and carries on teasing her.

“Alexa Johansen crying - what a sight that must’ve been. What did he say?”

He asks, picking up a bottle of Jim Bean from Roisin as she passes by - that dear co-host of his had had plenty to drink already, he was sure!

“Eh, dad stuff. Be proud of myself, he was proud of me, he knew I could do it, y’know,” she replied, pausing for a moment. “... that he knows mom would have been ecstatic to hear the news. Normal stuff.”

“I’m sure she would have been - anyone would be. Everyone is proud of you - the team, the league, and me.”

He looks down and to the left, and nudges his shoulder against Alexa’s.

“Look who’s gone and built herself up into hot shit after all - sure didn’t take you very long”

He laughs, and elbows her in the ribs.

“Better keep up,” she smiled, bumping him back, a little harder. “Alright, you’re super drunk. Let’s get you laid down before you pass out on a couch or some shit!”

“That’s -”

He wobbles a bit, and leans on her shoulder to keep himself upright, his other hand pressing hard against the wall to stabilize himself.

“- Entirely fair, let’s - who’s house even is this, anyways?”

He asks, a little bewildered, as he stumbles along with Alexa, feeling more and more like a little goblin piloting a human mech, as alcohol dissociation gets ahold of him.

“Not a fucking clue, not mine,” Alexa laughed, hauling him to a room that was empty other than a bed and nightstand. “Prolly a guest room… here, you big lug,” she nearly dropped him on the bed, groaning slightly. “Damn you’re a heavy sack of bricks.”

“It’s all the protein and weightlifting, gotta be strong for the team - woo-oop!”

He slips off her shoulder and about half of him winds up on the bed. His back leans against the bedpost, and he looks up at Alexa

“Thank you - you’re always looking out for me, I’m - it’s really nice. I - thanks.”

He stammers a bit, before leaning against the plush cushions of the headboard, and closing his eyes with a wide smile

“I hope the SHL is everything you ever hoped it could be, and I couldn’t be happier to watch your star rise even higher. Your dad’s right, both your parents must be so -”

*hic!*

“- so proud of you.”

He rests against it, not laying down, his feet swinging just a little off the edge of the bed, a dumb, drunk smile on his face.

“... are you asleep?” Alexa asked carefully, gently poking him in the face. “Or are you really just this embarrassing when you’re drunk?” She added with a mildly tipsy giggle of her own. “... no, wait, pretend to be asleep. I think you’ll need that for the hangover!”

He laughs, and leans a little further back, pulling the blankets up around himself, as he closes his eyes and lets out a cartoonish snore, followed by a soft

“mimimimimimimi”

Before he opens one eye, and looks at Alexa with a goofy grin.

“Like that, eh?”

“... you’re a drunk dumbass,” Alexa rolled her eyes, rediscovering that he had a bottle in his hand, taking it from him and draining it. “... ugh, I think I’m a bit… man, I don’t drink much. Gotta… go scoot over. I need to crash… or maybe I need to… urgh…”

He hops over, and pulls up the covers, before looking through his pockets and finding his phone -

“I am a drunken dumbass, but a drunk dumbass with Netflix!”

He says in a happy, sing-song voice, as he turns it sideways, and hands it to Alexa. Surprisingly, at least for someone as big and clumsy as Matthias, his phone has not a single crack or scratch on the screen!

“You seem like an Adventure Time girl - are you, Alexa?”

“A what? Is that a cartoon? Cartoons are for kids,” Alexa mumbled, planted face down in a pillow already. “... Scrubs is funny, I guess… but no loud sounds… Dios Mio, how much have I drunk tonight?”

The tiny little dim rectangle happily chirps out “Superman,” and the minimal volume leaves JD, Turk, and Reid all contentedly bickering at each other, barely illuminating the pair in the dark room, the booze radiating heat off of Matthias, while the non-insulated window does nothing to keep out the bitter cold of an Edmonton winter’s night.

“Yay, Scrubs,” Alexa mumbled into the pillow, the soft sound of the show, the warmth of the booze and the bed fighting the cold of the winter all coming together as she yawned, relaxed for real. “Mmm… thanks, Matty… gonna have a nap…”

“Matty..?”

He whispers to himself, quietly, a big, stupid smile on his face - he lays down himself, looking up at the ceiling, and letting his legs splay out a little bit - Alexa looked so much smaller this way, most days, she looked as big as her personality, always moving and talking loudly and boldly, but -

He stops himself, and laughs quietly, before turning over onto his side, and let out a low, long yawn himself.

The response was a soft snore, and the sounds of continuing partying from around the house, not even muffled by the open door as the night lengthened.

Matthias felt her leg bump his own, and a blush rushes across his face, as he scoots off to the edge of the bed, dangling a leg and an arm off, his mind racing with words he both wants to say, and can’t. But, he reminded himself, he was almost there. One more season, one more year.

Light blue. California burrito. It changes.

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Troy_McClure03 · 12-29-2024, 10:31 PM

12-29-2024, 08:36 PMcake307 Wrote: As he looks up to say otherwise, he bumps into a couch, and all three of them go dropping over the front, landing in a puddle on the cushions, and drenching poor Roisin and Javelin in what was left of their drinks - almost immediately, a little impromptu wrestling match kicks off on the carpet in front of the couch, with Jeyeff and Matthias laughing the whole while, before he turns back towards Alexa, grinning sheepishly.

I read this as "he bumps into a coach" and my brain couldn't figure out where the cushions came from.

10/10 would read again! Like the party vibe!

***Seany148*** · 12-30-2024, 05:33 AM

Was not expecting Alexa to be a Dios Mio girl. My enjoyment of the media was severely boosted.

***cake307*** · 12-30-2024, 08:13 AM

12-30-2024, 05:33 AMSeany148 Wrote: Was not expecting Alexa to be a Dios Mio girl. My enjoyment of the media was severely boosted.

She's got Mexican and Norwegian ancestry, so while she doesn't use Spanish often, she does know it!... Norwegian less so b/c I don't speak that even a little and don't want to risk it lmao

***cake307*** · 12-30-2024, 08:14 AM

12-29-2024, 10:31 PMTroy_McClure03 Wrote: I read this as "he bumps into a coach" and my brain couldn't figure out where the cushions came from.

10/10 would read again! Like the party vibe!

Glad you liked it! And who says a coach can't have cushions? In fact, I think all coaches should be required to carry cushions at all times!

***Seany148*** · 12-30-2024, 09:04 AM

12-30-2024, 08:13 AMcake307 Wrote: She's got Mexican and Norwegian ancestry, so while she doesn't use Spanish often, she does know it!... Norwegian less so b/c I don't speak that even a little and don't want to risk it lmao

¡Ay, caramba!

*Ara* · 12-30-2024, 09:13 AM

GG Mattias.

***Atheist_Caliph*** · 01-01-2025, 11:54 AM

12-30-2024, 09:13 AMAra Wrote: GG Mattias.

The fact that you rolled into the LR and objected, on the grounds that Roisin is a classy bitch and wouldn't drink anything as pedestrian as Jim Bean... yeah that checks out xD

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