Vegas 28

Sometimes, Alfred wondered why he never thought to take Mattie to a hockey game sooner. They watched it all the time at home, and they always got so into the games. He had lost track of how many times furniture had to be repaired or replaced. However, all it took was 10 minutes of the Stanley Cup Final between the Toronto Maple Leafs and Detroit Red Wings for him to understand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was an alarm that didn't seem to go off this time when it should have.

"COME ON, Mitchell! Stop being a pussy and take the damn shot!" Alfred blinked a few times, watching as Matthew pounded the glass and flipped off the player. A referee looked over and Alfred reached up, pulling him away from the glass.

"Don't get us kicked out, Mattie!" Matthew jerked out of his hold and stood up on his chair excitedly as he watched the action on the ice.

"Go, go, go...GOOOOOOAAAAAL! Yeah! In your face Dead Wings!" Alfred groaned and turned.

"I'm going to get more beer." He left his fiance to yell at the players and escaped into the stadium in search of the concession stand.

He stuck his hands in his pockets, whistling to himself as he walked down the hall. A few Leafs fans jeered his Red Wings jersey as he passed. Sure, technically he was on the wrong side of the stadium, but it didn't really matter, did it? He and Mattie chose opposing teams all the time.

Of course, they also yelled and swore at the TV, broke glasses and furniture, and beat each other up while they were watching. He wondered why he was so subdued now. Mattie was just doing the same thing he did at home on a regular basis.

Then again, he didn't have players returning the swears and threatening bodily harm at home. They wouldn't really get into a fight with a fan though, would they? He shook his head and went to the stand, ordering the two of them another round of beers.

He dropped said beers when he finally made his way back to their seats. It had been difficult to get to them with the sudden crowding of the fans around where he wanted to go. The first quarter was about to end, and there was already a brawl.

It would have been pretty cool if the source of the brawl had not been his Mattie.

He was pretty sure he didn't want to know how this started, but he dropped the beer and hurried over, shoving fans, referees, and players alike out of his way with ease. He finally reached the core of the battle, where his brother was matching one of the Red Wings players blow for blow, despite not having the same protection. He glanced to the side and saw that two panes of glass had been broken. He came up behind the player, noting the back of his shirt read Bertuzzi, and picked him up, flipping him back out onto the ice.

With everyone out of the way he turned to check on him and blinked when he saw that Mattie, despite the obvious black eye he'd have, the bleeding cut on his forehead, split lip, and broken glass in his hair, was laughing. Alfred sighed and pulled his brother into a hug.

"And everyone calls me an idiot. They've never seen how you get when hockey's involved." They stayed like that for a moment until Alfred pulled away. He returned it when Mattie smiled at him, but couldn't hide his disbelief when he pulled out a bag and tweezers.

"Help me get the glass out for a souvenir. And hurry! Security's coming!"

Oh, the things he did for this man.