A/N: It's summer. For no apparent reason, I've been reading Duckfic. And it just occurred to me that this was one of those consequences of having girls around that hadn't been explored before...One-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Ducks.
Portman's highway hypnosis was broken by Julie's loud exclamation.
"Aw, crap!"
"What's up, babe?" He gave her a worried look, keeping his hands on the steering wheel.
"Can we take this next exit?"
"What's wrong? Ya getting carsick on me?"
"No, I just….I forgot to pack pads," she finished awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't worry about it. The most that'll happen is one game of street hockey, and you can just use my old stuff for that."
"No, Dean, I need pads," she emphasized, blushing.
He turned back to the road. "Look, I know it's not standard goalie gear, babe, but I thought you were tough enough to handle one little game on the street."
"Dean! Shut up! You will take this exit, and you will find me a Walgreens and wait while I go in and buy myself pads!"
"We—oh. Umm…right. Sorry. A little too much information there, Jules," he told her, flipping on his blinker.