"Damn take a look at that one would you?" muttered Perreault as he nudged Marcus Johansson.

MoJo gave a long, appreciative whistle as he lifted his sunglasses up to get a better look, "Holy shit…yeah I'd tap that…a few times."

"You've got to be kidding me," muttered Camyrn as she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

John Carlson smirked, "Hey you gotta give them credit…they waited until day three of the trip to start babe-hunting."

Camyrn didn't respond to that. She hated it when Perreault and MoJo did their little "trolling for women" shit. It was so stupid. She tried to ignore their blatantly rude comments and tried to focus on the fact that they were all in Tampa Bay, Florida soaking up some delicious sun on a gorgeous beach and sipping on umbrella drinks. It was so refreshing and so different from D.C….which was just what the doctor ordered.

Carlson reached over and brushed Camyrn's hand lightly with his to get her attention, "Hey," he said in that soft, rough voice of his, "Don't sweat it, alright? Let them do their thing…we'll just do ours, okay?"

Camyrn couldn't help but smile a little when she glanced over at John. He always knew the right things to say and always had a way of making her smile regardless of what was going on.

"Yeah…you're right," she said with a sigh as she lay back down on her lounge chair, "You're always right."

Carlson couldn't help but give a little cocky grin at that as he let his eyes wander down Camyrn's sleek body. Damn she looked good in that little black bikini. He mentally told himself to tear his eyes away from her. The last thing he needed was MoJo or Perreault catching a glimpse of him checking out their teammate. Little did they all know how much he had begun to care for Camyrn over the past few weeks. He was surprised the guys hadn't said anything yet…it was so obvious…painfully so. He had stopped trolling for women with the rest of the younger guys on the team and he'd even stopped partying so much. Instead he had begun to make excuses to hang out with Camyrn. There was no way in hell MoJo and Perreault hadn't noticed but he was grateful that they hadn't said anything…yet. But sitting here staring at Camyrn's bikini-clad body wasn't going to help his case at all if he got caught. With that thought in mind, Carlson pulled down his shades, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, visions of the beautiful girl lying next to him dancing in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

John Carlson was jolted awake as a splash of icy cold water hit him full-on in the face. He sputtered and choked on the salt water as he tried to blink open his eyes. Perreault and MoJo howled with laughter while Camyrn tried to stifle a giggle at the sight of a very-flustered-looking John Carlson.

"I swear to God I will get you assholes back!" shouted Carlson, trying to sound threatening but unable to hide a small smirk of amusement.

Perreault and MoJo skipped out of the way before Carlson could get up and retaliate. Camyrn laughed openly at their obvious fear of Carlson's reaction.

"You guys are ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.

"While the hell did you morons wake me up anyway?" asked Carlson as he dried his face off with a towel from the resort they were staying at.

"Well," said MoJo, straightening himself up and flashing a look over at Camyrn, "Wanted to inform you of our female friend's 'wonderful' idea for us to do this evening."

Camyrn rolled her eyes at MoJo, "Oh come off it, it's a good idea and you know it! You're just jealous that you didn't come up with it yourself."

Perreault laughed at that, "Oh yes, MoJo and I are soooo jealous we didn't think that it'd be a 'great idea' to hang out in enemy territory for the night. You're right, you got us."

"They're just being dramatic," said Camyrn, trying to explain herself, "I just thought it'd be fun for us to go skating…for fun for once, not for work, not for practice, just to hang out and do what we do best, you know?"

"If we were doing what we do best we would still be playing," muttered Perreault, looking dejected.

"See this is why we need to hit the ice for a bit," explained Camyrn as she put a comforting arm around Perreault, "We need to go have some fun at what we do best. We can't just stop skating and playing hockey because we feel sorry for ourselves! I'd rather come off an ice rink with a good taste in my mouth, you know?"

Carlson glanced around at the three friends before he spoke, "So…what you're suggesting is, if I got this all figured out, is that we, meaning us Capitals players, go to the Bolts' rink, the guys that just swept us in the playoffs, and skate around?"

Camyrn winced a little, "You don't have to put it quite like that."

"How else do we put it?" protested MoJo, "I mean really…how bad is this gonna look if the media gets wind of four Caps players fooling around in the Bolts' rink?"

"Who cares?" sneered Camyrn, "I mean really? Who cares? We're not in the playoffs anymore so the stupid reporters are busy following the teams that still are and even if they see us why is it a big deal? Let them talk! We're here on vacation and wanted to go for a fun skate. I see no problem with that."

Perreault frowned slightly, "Will they even let us in though?"

"I don't know," said Camyrn, biting her lower lip slightly, "But we can still try? I mean what else are we gonna do besides go drinking tonight?"

"She has a point there," muttered MoJo, "What do you think, Carly?"

John winced a little at his girly nickname, "Um…I mean…it couldn't hurt to look around right? Worst case scenario we just go hit the bars downtown."

Camyrn beamed and practically skipped over to Carlson, giving him a hug, "See, I knew you'd understand!"

Carlson smirked as he held the still-bikini-clad Camyrn against him. He silently wished she appreciated the contact as much as he did. Damn he'd give anything to even be near this girl much less touch her!

Perreault and MoJo refrained from commenting about the sight but gave each other annoyed looks. Carlson caught the exchange and shot them silent warning glares before Camyrn let go of him.

"Alright, enough waiting around! Let's go check out the Bolts' digs, eh?"

MoJo groaned, "Ugh…fine, but when this all gets shot to hell no one blame me!"

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