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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2024-11-29 08:15 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2024-11-29 08:15 pm
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What Not to Wear (Montreal Heat Original Fiction)
Title: What Not to Wear
Fandom: Montreal Heat Original Ficiton
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 654
Summary: Chase has a team building exercise and he doesn’t know what to wear.
Author’s Notes: Written for the slice of life 3x3 #2 card. The prompt was ‘favorite old sweater’ and, since I’m watching the VGK vs. Winnipeg, I went the obvious route. Fun fact: one of my co-workers told me he was named after Gordie Howe. Yes, he is Canadian.
Chase loved his teammates, really he did, but sometimes the shit they came up with as ‘team building exercises’ made him want to scream. Tonight’s adventure – suggested by none other than his buddy Joey Rodriguez – was karaoke. Fucking karaoke. What had he ever done to Joey to deserve this?
And if that wasn’t enough, he was supposed to wear his favorite bit of hocky merch – whether it was from the Rush or another team, it didn’t matter. It just had to be hockey. Figuring he could get away with the bare minimum, Chase had opened his stupid mouth and said he’d been wanting an excuse to wear his new ballcap honoring his favorite player – Gordie Howe.
Yeah, he should have known better. Rodriguez told him that he had to try harder and be a team player. He had two words for his favorite center, but he kept them to himself. Figured telling the man with the biggest mouth on the planet to fuck off might not be in his best interest.
Which is why he stood in his closet, half dressed, not knowing what the hell he should wear. He briefly thought about calling Noah and Gabri for their opinions, but quickly shut that down. Not only was it nearing ten PM in Montreal, he knew they were both on shift tonight. God, but it would be nice to hear their voices though, even if for only a minute or two.
“Get a damn grip, Hartley,” he scolded himself.
His phone chirped, startling him. Chase dug it out of his back pocket and glanced at it, his hopes falling when he saw Phil’s name and face on the screen.
Just checking to make sure you aren’t trying to weasel out of this, Hartley. If I gotta go, you gotta go.
Chase chuckled despite himself. I’ll be there. If I can figure out what to wear, that is.
Phil responded almost immediately. Close your eyes, turn around three times, and point at something.
He made a face at his phone. I’ve heard worse suggestions, I guess.
Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, he did as Caldwell had instructed. As he slowed, his finger brushed against something, and he stopped. Opening his eyes, he realized his hand had landed on probably the most special bit of hockey memorabilia in his possession. With a smile, he slipped the jersey off it’s hanger and looked at it. It was from his first year as a UNLV Skatin’ Rebel. He’d always thought the moniker ridiculous, but when your basketball team was the Runnin’ Rebels, it was inevitable.
Chase slid the jersey over his head and adjusted it over his shoulders, surprised that it still fit as well as it did. He retrieved his phone and snapped a quick pic, shooting it off to Caldwell. Phil must have been waiting with his phone in his hand because the reply was instantaneous.
How deep in the closet did you have to go for that one, Hartley?
He grinned. I’ve been deeper, pal, and you know it.
It was a subtle nod to the fact that Phil had been the reason he’d come out all those years ago.
You look good, Phil texted back. Now get your ass out the door before you’re late.
Chase wasn’t even going to respond. There was no point, any reply would be taken as a delay tactic. He had his phone halfway to his pocket when he decided to send a quick text to his boys – just the photo and nothing else. The responses gave him the courage to go out and sing – if badly – karaoke.
You’re so damn handsome, was Noah’s response.
Followed quickly by Gabri’s, Très gentil, bébé.
He was smiling so hard he thought his face might crack. Be safe, boys. Miss you.
Chase brushed a hand down the front of what was, and likely always would be, his favorite old sweater.
Fandom: Montreal Heat Original Ficiton
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 654
Summary: Chase has a team building exercise and he doesn’t know what to wear.
Author’s Notes: Written for the slice of life 3x3 #2 card. The prompt was ‘favorite old sweater’ and, since I’m watching the VGK vs. Winnipeg, I went the obvious route. Fun fact: one of my co-workers told me he was named after Gordie Howe. Yes, he is Canadian.
Chase loved his teammates, really he did, but sometimes the shit they came up with as ‘team building exercises’ made him want to scream. Tonight’s adventure – suggested by none other than his buddy Joey Rodriguez – was karaoke. Fucking karaoke. What had he ever done to Joey to deserve this?
And if that wasn’t enough, he was supposed to wear his favorite bit of hocky merch – whether it was from the Rush or another team, it didn’t matter. It just had to be hockey. Figuring he could get away with the bare minimum, Chase had opened his stupid mouth and said he’d been wanting an excuse to wear his new ballcap honoring his favorite player – Gordie Howe.
Yeah, he should have known better. Rodriguez told him that he had to try harder and be a team player. He had two words for his favorite center, but he kept them to himself. Figured telling the man with the biggest mouth on the planet to fuck off might not be in his best interest.
Which is why he stood in his closet, half dressed, not knowing what the hell he should wear. He briefly thought about calling Noah and Gabri for their opinions, but quickly shut that down. Not only was it nearing ten PM in Montreal, he knew they were both on shift tonight. God, but it would be nice to hear their voices though, even if for only a minute or two.
“Get a damn grip, Hartley,” he scolded himself.
His phone chirped, startling him. Chase dug it out of his back pocket and glanced at it, his hopes falling when he saw Phil’s name and face on the screen.
Just checking to make sure you aren’t trying to weasel out of this, Hartley. If I gotta go, you gotta go.
Chase chuckled despite himself. I’ll be there. If I can figure out what to wear, that is.
Phil responded almost immediately. Close your eyes, turn around three times, and point at something.
He made a face at his phone. I’ve heard worse suggestions, I guess.
Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, he did as Caldwell had instructed. As he slowed, his finger brushed against something, and he stopped. Opening his eyes, he realized his hand had landed on probably the most special bit of hockey memorabilia in his possession. With a smile, he slipped the jersey off it’s hanger and looked at it. It was from his first year as a UNLV Skatin’ Rebel. He’d always thought the moniker ridiculous, but when your basketball team was the Runnin’ Rebels, it was inevitable.
Chase slid the jersey over his head and adjusted it over his shoulders, surprised that it still fit as well as it did. He retrieved his phone and snapped a quick pic, shooting it off to Caldwell. Phil must have been waiting with his phone in his hand because the reply was instantaneous.
How deep in the closet did you have to go for that one, Hartley?
He grinned. I’ve been deeper, pal, and you know it.
It was a subtle nod to the fact that Phil had been the reason he’d come out all those years ago.
You look good, Phil texted back. Now get your ass out the door before you’re late.
Chase wasn’t even going to respond. There was no point, any reply would be taken as a delay tactic. He had his phone halfway to his pocket when he decided to send a quick text to his boys – just the photo and nothing else. The responses gave him the courage to go out and sing – if badly – karaoke.
You’re so damn handsome, was Noah’s response.
Followed quickly by Gabri’s, Très gentil, bébé.
He was smiling so hard he thought his face might crack. Be safe, boys. Miss you.
Chase brushed a hand down the front of what was, and likely always would be, his favorite old sweater.