My biggest apologies for not updating this story in FOREVER! I started writing again and I plan on continuing...but the updates might be a bit sporadic (my apologies). I will definitely try to have another update by the middle of this upcoming week! Please, pretty please review as it keeps me writing!

Tonight I want all of you tonight

Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Let's do it tonight

Don't care what they say
All the games they play
Nothing is enough
'Til they handle love

Let's do it tonight

I want you tonight,
I want you to stay
I want you tonight

- Pitbull, Give Me Everything

"Cookie dough Ice Cream." Madeline said almost in a whisper as she zipped up her Longchamp bag.

"What?" Wendell asked.

"Cookie dough ice cream." Madeline repeated, this time at a volume that Wendell can hear.

"Cookie dough ice cream?" This time Wendell repeating what Madeline said to make sure he heard her correctly. Madeline nodded her head.

"I'm guessing that's going to be the ice cream that I'll be buying once the Penguins beat the Flyers?" Wendell asked with a grin on his face.

Madeline shrugged her shoulders with a flirtatious smile, "Maybe. Although I like mint chocolate chip ice cream too…nothing with peanut butter though, I don't understand you and Americans with peanut butter."

Wendell shrugged his shoulders, "Well peanut butter is pretty nutritious…a lot healthier than Nutella." Madeline smiled, "But Nutella is so much better, chocolate and hazelnut, c'est incroyable."

A smile was on Wendell's face after Madeline spoke in French.

"A lot of Americans think that Nutella is French…but it was actually developed in Italy." Madeline added.

"You must really like Nutella."

Madeline shrugged her shoulders, "I do, but there are lots of other things I really like." Madeline said with a mysterious and seductive smirk as she looked into Wendell's eyes.

Oh I bet.

Wendell thought to himself as he imagined for a second what it would be like to have Madeline in his bed.

Those lips of his, I would love to kiss them, and he looks…he looks pretty fit under that shirt of his…oh what I would do if I could have him in my bed.

Madeline thought to herself as she pictured what a night with Wendell would be like but before she let her thoughts get the best of her she turned her attention back onto the hockey game.

"Oh my gosh, come on Flyers beat the Penguins!" Madeline said as she looked at the television screen.

"In your dreams." Wendell added.

"And the puck goes to the Flyers. We are going to win." Madeline added with a smile.

Wendell shook his head, "They were just lucky."

"Oh yeah come on get that puck over to the net, come on!" Madeline said as she placed her elbows on the bar counter and laced her fingers, as if she was about to pray.

Wendell imagined Madeline cheering for the Flyers with her father, the two of them shouting at the television, celebrating goals and arguing about penalties they believed unfair for the Flyers.

He wondered if Madeline had any siblings, she seemed like an only child especially because of her somewhat overconfident, strong personality. But he could also imagine her as a caring older sister for her siblings much younger than her.

"Oh that was close!" Madeline said as saw Mark Richard's shot on goal was saved by Marc Andre Fleury.

"Now that is what I call a save!" Wendell said with a quick fist pump.

Madeline shot Wendell a quick playful glare.

"I'm guessing your father wouldn't be too happy if he found out that you were dating a guy who wasn't a Flyer's fan?" Wendell asked with a playful smile.

"Mmm well you see the problem would be that I wouldn't date a guy who isn't a Flyer's fan." Madeline replied with a smirk.

"Really? So I guess I have no chance then." Wendell replied with a cocky attitude hoping that Madeline was joking.

Madeline shifted her body so that she was facing Wendell and smiled at him, "Hmmm well maybe I might give you an exception." Madeline said with a wink as she shifted her body back so she would face the television.

Wendell smiled to himself when he heard Madeline's response. Does this mean I actually have a chance with her?

"Oh oh oh come on Richards!"

"And denied again by Flower." Wendell added.

Madeline pouted her lips as she turned her head towards Wendell.

"Sorry." Wendell said with a shrug, "The Penguins are definitely going to win tonight."

Madeline shook her head, "There's still several minutes left in the game and then there's also overtime."

"And then after that is the shoot out." Wendell added.

"If Crosby and Geno weren't injured and were on the ice tonight I would agree that the Flyers don't have that good of a chance of winning the shootout, but with those two out…I have more faith in the Flyers' probability of winning the shoot out." Madeline told Wendell.

"Even though they've lost their past shoot outs?" Wendell asked.

"The past doesn't equal the future." Madeline said as she took her cup and placed several ice cubes in her mouth.

Wendell smiled, "What other motivational quotes do you have remembered?"

"Oh shush, and oh Giroux wins the face off!" Madeline said with a little clap.

"But Flower saves the day again," said Wendell with another smirk.

Madeline shook her head, "Oh my goodness, I just want the Flyers to win tonight."

Wendell smiled, "Yeah I can tell."

"Oh no, oh no come on Bobrovsky, and now Bobrovsky saves the day for Philly." Madeline said a content smile.

"Only two minutes and thirty six seconds left of the game." Said Wendell as he looked at the television screen.

"Which means shhhhh, no more talking." Madeline said as she repositioned herself back in her praying position, her elbows on the bar counter, her fingers laced together, her head resting on her hands.

"Okay, okay." Wendell said with a smile as gave a quick pat on Madeline's thigh.

The two watched the rest of the third period in silence, Madeline fully focused on the game, her eyes glued onto the television, Wendell on the other hand would glance over at Madeline every several seconds or so, as if he wanted to make sure that she had not left his side.

"Oh goodness, overtime?" Madeline said at the end of the third period.

"Yup, looks like it." Wendell said as he shifted his body so he was facing Madeline.

"Five minutes, right?" Madeline asked Wendell.

"Yup, five minutes." Wendell replied with a nod.

"At least its not twenty minutes like soccer." Madeline commented.

Wendell nodded his head, "True, I'm guessing you're a fan of…Team England? Or wait you said you grew up on the countryside of France…"

Madeline nodded her head, "Team France all the way. As you said I grew up on the countryside of France…"

"Yeah not somewhere fancy like London or Paris." Wendell added in his best English accent.

Madeline nodded her head, "It is not proper to say 'yeah' it is always 'yes'." Madeline commented with her English accent.

"Oh I apologize." Wendell said, still in his English accent.

"You better." Madeline added with a smile.

"Your father must be proud." Wendell commented.

"Pardon?" Madeline asked her speech back to her American accent.

"Just you know, you're a loyal Flyers fan and you obviously…you know you're…" Wendell started to say, unsure of how to finish his sentence as he looked into Madeline's confused eyes.

My father, proud of me? How should I ever know? Why should I ever care?

Madeline asked herself as she looked into Wendell's eyes.

"I'm what?" Madeline asked defensively.

Wendell panicked, he could tell that Madeline was offended by Wendell's comment.

"That you're a successful beautiful lawyer." Wendell quickly stammered out, feeling his cheeks blush, saying the first thing that came to his mind.

A smile came back on Madeline's face, "What makes you think I'm a successful lawyer?" Madeline asked.

Wendell felt comfort in seeing Madeline's smile again, "Well you just look…I don't know you look successful, you know…"

Madeline smiled as she saw Wendell try to regain his composure.

"Well…thank you…" Madeline replied unsure of how to respond, she didn't want him to ask him more about her career nor about her father.

"You're welcome." Wendell replied, himself also unsure of how to continue to conversation.

Madeline fidgeted with her ruby ring again as she contemplated on how she wanted the night to end. As of now if the Penguins did beat the Flyers, Wendell would buy her ice cream.

But where? Here at the bar?

She didn't want her night with Wendell to end at the bar, she wanted to go home with him.

Just tonight, just for tonight.

Madeline thought to herself as she glanced over at Wendell.

"So if the Flyers do win tonight…" Wendell started to say.

"Oh do you want to change sides now?" Madeline asked.

"Hey, just hypothetically, if the Flyers do win tonight…" Wendell started to say.

"Which they definitely will." Madeline added.

"If the Flyers do win tonight, do I get ice cream?" Wendell asked.

Madeline smiled, "I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it?"

Madeline nodded her head, "The Penguins aren't even your favorite team, you're only cheering for them because they are playing against my team, you don't need any cheering up if they lose." Madeline commented.

Wendell nodded his head, "I guess you have a point…but I don't know it doesn't sound completely fair…"

"That's what happens when you cheer for the losing team." Madeline added.

"Well you might be cheering for the losing team but you get ice cream if they lose." Wendell commented.

"Oh just to let you know I want good ice cream, not bad ice cream." Madeline replied.

"What chocolate chip cookie dough?" Wendell asked.

Madeline nodded her head, "Exactly I am going to want my chocolate chip cookie dough and a good brand…oh and I want Haagen Daaz, yes I want Haagen Daaz's mint ice cream."

Wendell smiled, "But I still don't get anything if the Flyers win."

"Well if the Flyers win you get the satisfaction of knowing that the Penguins beat the Flyers, that you were right and I was wrong, now that's big." Madeline replied as she took her cup of ice cubes and placed it to her mouth.

Wendell smirked at Madeline's comment. He motioned Madeline to look at the television as he pointed to it.

"Come on Flyers, get that puck in the net!" Madeline cheered at the television.

Wendell wanted to say something to show support for the opposing team but he decided against it, at least this time, because Madeline's support for the Flyers seemed real, pure. He could tell that Madeline truly wanted the Flyers to win tonight, not just for her but for her father too.

Maybe her parents are divorced and it ended bitterly? That would make sense why she doesn't talk about him or why she's defensive about him.

Wendell thought as he stole another glance at Madeline.

"Oh oh come on, come on get it in the net!" Madeline cheered.

"And Flower saves the day again." Wendell said as he faced Madeline.

"Well at least they were close." Madeline told Wendell.

"Well now the Penguins have the puck so I guess we'll just have to see." Wendell replied with a playful smile on his face.

"I really want the Penguins to lose tonight just for you." Madeline replied sarcastically.

"For me?" Wendell asked a bit surprised.

"Yes, for you." Madeline replied.

"But then you don't get your ice cream." Wendell added with a smile.

"Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream sounds really good, but Flyers beating the Penguins would be better, so much better." Madeline told Wendell.

"Well you might just have to settle for ice cream tonight." Wendell said as Kris Letang tried to score into the net.

"Nice try." Madeline said as she shook her head.

"Well as you said, at least they tried." Wendell commented.

"True, oh come on get that puck out of there!" Madeline said as held tightly onto her cup of ice.

"If Crosby and Malkin weren't out…" Wendell muttered.

"But they are…why is the puck still there?" Madeline commented obviously frustrated.

"Don't worry." Wendell said as he placed his hand on Madeline's thigh.

Madeline glanced over at Wendell and smiled, she then moved her body so that she was closer to Wendell and as if she was about to lean onto him.

As overtime was coming to an end Madeline's head was onto Wendell's shoulder, her thigh touching his thigh and their hands interlocked underneath the table.

"And there goes overtime." Wendell commented.

"Now the shootout." Madeline added with a sigh.

"Just think chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream." Wendell said with a smile.

"And mint ice cream." Madeline added.

Wendell chuckled, "And mint ice cream." Wendell added. He moved his head to the side so he was hovering over her head. He took in the scent of her perfume and was about to kiss the top of her head, but before he could Madeline straightened her posture.

"Ready for the shoot out?" Wendell asked making sure he didn't sound too flustered by Madeline's sudden movement.

Madeline nodded her head as she turned to face Wendell, "Oui." Madeline replied in French.

Madeline then leaned against Wendell again and sighed.

"You okay?" Wendell asked, he could tell that something was preoccupying her mind.

Madeline nodded, her head still on Wendell's shoulder, "Oui. Madeline replied again in French.

I was just thinking how nice it is to have my head on your shoulder and how I don't want this night to end. I don't want you to be just the guy I met at the bar; I want you to be so much more.

Madeline thought to herself as she watched the commercials on the television screen.

She's such a pretty girl, I can tell that something is bothering her…I wish there was something I can do for her.

Wendell thought as he glanced over at Madeline.

"Forensic anthropologist." Madeline muttered.

"What?" Wendell asked.

"Forensic anthropologist." Repeated Madeline.

"Forensic anthropologist? What about it?" Wendell asked.

"That's what you do…that's what you're studying…dead bodies." Madeline muttered. She closed her eyes for a second and she saw the tombstone with her coworker's name engraved on it.

It was my fault, it was all my fault.

Madeline thought to herself as she quickly opened her eyes and straightened her posture again. She hastily chewed on an ice cube as she forced herself to think about something else.

"I'm guessing you don't like dead bodies?" Wendell asked.

Madeline ignored Wendell as she got the attention of the bartender, "Excuse me sir, another…tequila…tequila shot please."

Martini, shaken not stirred.

Madeline thought as she finished ordering her tequila shot. Madeline never liked Martini's but her coworker, Troy, always ordered them whenever they went out.

When the bartender placed the shot glass filled with tequila in front of Madeline, she quickly placed the shot glass to her mouth and swallowed its contents. The tequila burned the back of her throat which she felt an awkward comfort in as it forced her to be in the present.

"I'm guessing you're now ready for the shoot out?" Wendell asked, a bit confused by Madeline's behavior.

"Yeah, totally, come on Flyers!" Madeline replied wanting to feel herself engrossed back into the game.

So I hope you enjoyed the update to my story! I apologize its not that long- but I still hope you enjoyed it! Pretty please review (they make me smile! :) ) And I'll definitely try to have another update in this upcoming week!