Bored and victims of jetlag, Patrick Sharp and Adam Burish settled themselves in to their room at the Hilton. It was a little after one in the morning and the hotel was deathly quite. Not a word was spoken between the two as they unpacked a few items preparing themselves for tomorrow nights game. Sharp set the alarm on the clock provided by the hotel on the nightstand, which oddly enough, didn't match the rest of the furniture in the expensive room.
Still dressed in their dress pants, ties and shirts, the two men lounged in the beds flipped absentmindedly through the channels. They found nothing but infomercials and pay-per-view porno. Quickly growing bored, Burish rose from his laying position and eyed Sharp. He lifted up his pant leg and rolled his sock down. "Look at what I just so happened to stumble across."
It was a room key, a key which belong not to a certain pair of young players, but to a certain equipment manager whom the entire team had grown quite fond of and close to. When the boys get to head straight to their rooms for the night, it's the job of the equipment managers to head to the arena and set up the locker room for a game.
Somehow Adam had become a master at getting room keys which didn't belong to him, and Sharp used it to his full advantage. After messing with the breakfast order Kane and Toews had filled out, Adam and Patrick quietly made their way down the hall.
"You think their in there?" The last thing Sharp wanted to do was walk in and find them laying in bed. Then their plan would be down the drain.
Bur looked at his watch. "I don't think so. Knowing those two, they're still taping up sticks."
After inserting the key and getting the green light, Burish opened the door slowly and walked in. The small light next to the bed was turned on; almost making them panic for a second. It wasn't until they saw steam coming out from beneath the small bathroom door and the sound of the shower running did they know they were in the clear.
Rummaging through the room for a second, Patrick slung an Easton duffel over his shoulder. "Found it."
As soon as they heard the shower turn off, the two pranksters left the room giggling like a bunch of school girls. "This turned out to be way better than I expected."
Back in their room, Sharpie tossed the bag on his bed and opened it carefully. He was somewhat reluctant about going trough this particular bag, but Bur assured him it was all in good fun, and sweet, sweet revenge for the stunt that had been pulled on him.
Their eyes bugged and jaws dropped as soon as they opened it. Burish pulled out a nice pair of undies and held them in front of Sharp's face. "Jackpot."
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A boiling hot shower was exactly what the doctor had ordered. The water melted all stress away and relaxed every tight muscle. It had been a while since the opportunity of a nice shower had come along, and Trixie O'Callahan got to it before her roommate could.
After turning off the water and drying herself off, Trixie wrapped her hair in a towel and held one close to her body. She had intended on grabbed the tub of body butter from her bag and lathering up. The cold and dry atmosphere of the ice arenas always made her skin dry and chapped.
For a minute, she looked around the room, thinking she over looked and her bag was in front if her. She couldn't imagine her bag was stolen, no one else had a key to their room and she watched Ryan walk out, closing the door behind him. Trixie knew she hadn't left it on the bus for she was the one who carried it up to the room. Then she remembered what happened last season; when Tazer's bag had been 'stolen' and mysteriously found the room which just so happened to belong to none other than Adam Burish and Patrick Sharp.
Draped in nothing but a plush white towel, Trixie exited the room, remembering her room key and headed down the hall. To the left, and three doors down, Trixie pounded on the door with both fists. She was freezing and wanted her bag. With no answer she grew impatient and frustrated. She knew this was revenge, after she had gone in to their room, taken Burish's clothes from his bag and filled it with confetti. It was a harmless joke which had now turned in to a road-prank-war between them.
Once again, she knocked the door. "Burish," she called out; "if you open the door and give me my bag I'll show you my tits."
She thought for sure that would get Burish to open the door, but it failed. Instead, three doors opened and men came stumbling out. The only thing they had heard was the word "tits".
Jonathan Toews was the first to exit his room, followed by Patrick Kane, who was only in his underwear and what seemed to be a camera in his hand. Next came Brian Campbell, who, lucky enough, didn't have to bunk with anyone. It looked as if he had been sleeping, his hair was sticking up wildly and he was wiped saliva from the corner of his mouth.
Trixie grew more uncomfortable as Seabrook and Keith came out of their room.
"Wow, it's not everyday we get to see O.C naked." Seabrook ruffled his hair with his hand, waiting for the female equipment manager to drop her towel.
Kaner and Tazer waited patiently, Patrick with his camera ready to take a picture. If she could, Trixie would kick in the Burish/Sharp door and grab her bag after beating them half to death. "Forget it, Seabs. It's not going to happen. And, I am not naked. I have a towel."
She wished they would have at least left her with a pair of panties and a bra. But, all in all, Trixie knew it was all in good fun and tomorrow at breakfast they would all be laughing about her current predicament.
"I'm sure Bur and Sharp are sleeping." Tazer eyed the twenty-two year old. "You could always come and hang with Patty and me."
Pat looked up and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'm sure one of us has clothes that would fit you."
"Thanks, but, no thanks." Now Trixie eyed Duncan, hoping he could save her. It's not that she didn't like hanging out with Kane and Toews; she would just much rather do it when she had clothes on. Her clothes.
"I've got clothes for you." Relief washed over Trixie when Duncan finally stepped it. He placed a light hand on her shoulder and led her in to the room he shard with Seabrook. They said good night to Pat and Jon as they exited back in to their room.
The t.v. was on, and a cart of food was placed between the beds. Trixie found it rather amazing how fast men could mess their beds up. They had been at the hotel for less than two hours and the room looked as if they had been living there for two years.
"It didn't take you two long before ordering room service." Trixie took a french-fry from one of the plates and stuffed it in to her mouth. She hadn't eaten anything but a peanut butter protein bar yet today and she starving.
Brent lay back down on his bed making himself comfy. He never had a problem staying in hotels and made himself feel at home quick. "Jetlag always makes me hungry."
Duncan dug through his duffel looking for clothes she could wear. Trixie was thankful to be in a room with Keith and Seabrook. Them, plus a few of the married guys, were the only ones who never tried to make a move on her. Although, Jigsaw had six months ago, and lets just say she may have flirted back.
"Here, Trix. I'm sure these will fit." Duncan handed her a stack of clothing with a warm smile. She accepted them with a thank you and asked if she could change in their bathroom. "No problem, go 'head."
Turning on the light with her index finger, Trixie closed the door behind her not bothering to lock it. After dropping the towel, Trixie slipped on the plaid boxers and blue ADIDAS sweatpants and the red 'hawks tee hung loosely over her frame. All of the clothes were baggy, but, it was only for the night. She still kept the towel wrapped around her head though. Trixie had dyed it two certain colors especially for the season. It was a surprise and wanted to wait to show the boys.
"They fit okay?" Duncan was lying in bed, with both hands resting under his head. His attention seemed to be glued to the tube.
"Yeah, thanks…again. You really saved my ass." Trixie let out a small laugh draping the folded towel over her shoulder.
Brent was half asleep in bed, which gave Trixie a small hint that it was time for her to go. "I'll see you tomorrow morning." Trixie made her way to the door; she didn't even notice Duncan had gotten up and was headed to the door was well.
She was in the hallway, about to walk back to her room when Duncan stopped her. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Trixie turned around and was met with a sly grin on Duncan's face. "Yeah, I believe I am." She was shorter than he was, so she had to get on her tippy-toes before placing her lips on his.
It was a simple kiss, and when Trixie pulled away she whispered a simple word, "Goodnight."