#2
Player: Duncan Keith
Team: Chicago Blackhawks
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone!
The texts are sent during the 2010 summer, while the flashback is set after the 'Hawks won the Stanley Cup.
Duncan's phone buzzed, making him jump and lose his place in the book he was reading. "Damn Sharp," he cursed, but the frown on his face soon faded as he looked at the text his friend had sent him: "Dude, look this vid Kaner sent me! Remember when we sang on the bar with Seabs?"
Duncan did remember that night, the euphoria after winning the game and the cup, the happiness and laughter on his teammate's face. He forgot about his book as he closed his eyes and went back to that night…
"Hey Duncs, get over here!" Brent Seabrook yelled over the din of the club. Grabbing Duncan's hand and pulling him over to the bar, Seabs continued, "Sharpie's going to get the DJ to play Chelsea Dagger, come on!"
Duncan just shook his head, grinned and let his best friend pull him up onto the bar. They'd just brought the Cup back to Chicago, what was there to worry about?
He spotted Sharpie coming back with a maniacal grin on his face, one which Duncan recognized all too well. That grin meant trouble, especially when Sharpie was drunk, or at least tipsy. He clambered on to the bar, beside Seabs, and started waving around a half empty bottle of beer in an attempt to get the attention of the club. Duncan took one look at him and immediately started laughing.
Then, taking pity on Sharpie, Duncan yelled, "Listen up, people, Sharpie here wants to say something to y'all!"
The entire club looked their way, and Sharpie grinned, reveling in the attention.
"I'm sure each and every one of you here knows the lyrics to Chelsea Dagger...Or at least to the chorus, am I right?" The crowd yelled a "Yes!" back at him, and Sharpie continued, "Well, sing along with us! Start it up, DJ!" pointing his bottle at the smirking DJ.
The familiar upbeat tune reached Duncan's ears, and he started to sing with Seabs and Sharpie and basically everyone else in the room. By the time they reached the chorus, everyone had huge grins on their faces and no one was louder than the three Blackhawks up on the bar.
"Gave me gear, thank you dear, get your sister-," Duncan was yelling when Sharpie and Seabs interjected, "No, change it to goalie, goalie, people!" Obliging, Duncan and the crowd continued, "Get your goalie over here; let us score on him just for the hell of it!"
The songs continued, and so did the drinks. With every drink Duncan, Sharpie and Seabs became more raucous and boisterous and uninhibited; but the one moment that lived on in Duncan's memory was when everyone sang Chelsea Dagger, when everyone sang the Blackhawks' victory song….
Yeah, that's the end of this little thing. I don't think the ending is very good, but my muse for this chapter has decided to run away and start plotting for chapter 3…in any case, review, even if the Blackhawk's aren't your team and/or you don't know anyone in it ;)
Oh and nickname guide: Seabs = Brent Seabrook, Sharpie = Patrick Sharp.