Going out with the team is always an adventure. We can be a kind of rowdy group, and we've been know to draw a bit of a crowd sometimes. There are often girls and they aren't exactly the type you'd bring home to you mother. At least, you wouldn't if you had my mother, 'cause no way would she approve. Which means there's a very good chance my cousin wouldn't exactly approve either, which isn't such a big deal, because I don't necessarily need to bring someone back with me tonight. Actually, since my family is here there's no way in hell I'm bringing anyone back with me. Regardless, where the Olympic hockey team goes, girls will follow and I'm, well, interested, for lack of a better word, to see how Gianna deals with them. I mean, from a completely objective view of things, OC is a pretty good looking guy- and I know from previous outings that he's usually a favorite amongst the girls. Not to say he ever does anything with them, or even leads them on to think something might happen- he's always been very well behaved-but that doesn't exactly stop the girls from trying, if you know what I'm saying.
Beyond the situation with the, ah, ladies, is the issues with other guys that we often encounter. Even though we've more or less stopped fighting each other, that doesn't mean there aren't still occasional fights that break out, and adding alcohol to that equation doesn't help. Bar brawls are not rare, and mixing in other hockey teams, and guys who's girls our boy may or may not have picked up certainly makes matters worse. We don't have a game tomorrow, so I already know tonight is going to be, interesting, if nothing else. I just hope things don't get too out of hand- not only do I have coach to worry about, but now Gianna's getting thrown into the mix, and while I'm confident OC will take care of her, it still makes me nervous. She's my little cousin and like my sister; if anything ever happened to her my family would kill me and I'd never be able to live with myself anyway. Plus, then I'd have to kill OC to boot, and he's a bleeder- it'd be real messy and coach'd be pissed for sure.
"I'm ready!" came the dreaded words. I was hoping for more like, 'I'm tired, can't come', but I guess I'm out of luck.
And I'm not the only one. "Oh no you are not," I said, marching Gianna back into the room, "You are not wearing that out."
"Mikey, stop being such a killjoy, huh?" Gianna responded, crossing her arms like she has since she was little, "I'm allowed to go out and have a little fun."
"Sure ya are kid. Just in a different outfit," I said, mentally adding, Preferably one of mine.
"You're being ridiculous. I go out like this all the time. I work at a bar, for goodness sakes, what'd you think I wore, a habit?" she retorted, pulling a compact out of her purse and powdering her nose.
"I'm being ridiculous?" I exclaimed, "You look ridiculous. Did the rest of the family see you like this?"
"Of course they saw me, what do you think, I sneaked out the window?" she ask, exasperated.
"We're not going with you dressed like that," I said, matching her arms-crossed pose.
"Fine," she said, "We don't have to go out. I can go by myself with Jack, we don't need a chaperone."
With that she walked out the door and, obviously, I had no choice but to follow her.