The clock struck twelve when Trixie entered Patrick's house. She had been expecting Pat to be passed out on the couch or spending the night at some girls house, so when she found all the lights were on and heard chatter in the kitchen, Trixie was slightly bummed. Looking forward to a nice hot bath and a big fat sleeping pill she now knew her plans had been changed.

Around the kitchen island, Trixie found Andrew, Kris and Patrick. She was welcomed with loud hellos and cheers as she dropped her purse on the table and hung her coat on the chair. Lilly came out of her hiding spot and brushed her tail along Trixie's leg. The feline was happy to see her owner for the three men had been terrorizing the poor animal for nearly the past two hours.

Empty bottled littered the counter tops as she pushed Trixie pushed herself up and took a seat in the island. She reached for the bottle of SKYY and unscrewed the blue cap before taking a swing. It wasn't a quick one either, the three men were surprised when they saw bubbles rise.

When she sat the bottle back down she never twisted her face in disgust or stick out her tongue. She accepted the warm, tingle in her chest like a man. They knew something was up. She never drank like that unless she was hurting.

Andrew surprised Trixie when he leaned himself close in to her. He smelled her skin and instantly knew that scent. "You fucked someone. Who'd you fuck?"

Trixie rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the man's comment. She wasn't about to explain herself and at the moment Adam Burish was not the man she wanted to speak about. She played in cool. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

The guys laughed knowing full well she was lying. Trixie was as horny as a teenage boy. It greatly impressed them. "Liar! Now tell us."

Kris and Trix had become good friends, but they weren't as close as she and Patty were. "Sorry Steeger, my lips are sealed."

They all knew it wasn't Burish she had slept with. And they were pretty sure he too had hooked up with someone he most likely met at the bar. Patty could feel the tension growing from the silence they were currently in. He decided to bring in some good times. "Hot tub anyone?"

Trixie had forgotten her swimsuit back at Adam's place seeing as to how she didn't think she would need it this early in March. It was still bitter during the night and three days ago it had snowed. The three sat in a circle in Patrick's new hot tub. He had purchased it to impress the ladies when he brought them home. Thank god for cleaning chemicals or no one would probably ever relax in it.

An empty bottle of Cristal floated in the water and with all the alcohol in her system, it didn't bother Trixie that she was only in her bra and panties. Besides, the other three guys were only in their boxers. Well, Kris was wearing Superman briefs.

"Did you meet him at a bar?" Ladd asked. They were trying to figure out who Trixie had slept with.

She shook her head and took a took a sip of her rum and Coke.

"Do we know him?" Pat's lisped voice was slurred.

Trixie was hesitant to answer and thought about lying. But, that wouldn't make the game fun. "Yes."

Ohhh's and ahhh's escaped the lips of the three inebriated men as they scratched their hair-free chins. She was hoping they would pass out before they guessed correctly. Next it was Kris's turn to ask a question. "Does he play hockey."

"Yes."

"Pro?" Patrick tried to keep his bottle of coconut rum from spilling in the water. "And if so, what team does he play for?"

They had finally caught on and pretty much already knew the answer. Besides the Hawks there had been only one other NHL team in the Windy City tonight. And with all the drama that had gone down in the past few months, they highly doubted it was a Hawk who banged her.

"Yes, and the Pens."

"I know." Ladd stuck his index finger in to the air while a giant smile spread across his face. "Sidney Crosby. That kid has been trying to get in your pants since the day you turned eighteen."

Kaner, in his drunken state found it hard to comprehend. "Wait a minute. You'd sleep with Sid and not me?"

Kris seemed relived by Pat's statement. "Wait, you mean I'm not the only one she hasn't slept with yet?"

"Hey, I didn't say I actually slept with Crosby." Trixie tried defending herself.

"Save it O'Callahan. We know you did." Andrew splashed the woman.

She stayed silent knowing she probably looked like the biggest slut ever. Not only did she fuck around with the guys on the team she worked for but, now she moving on to other teams. "I saw Adam, heading up to a room with some bleach blond slut."

That shut them up and the pieces slowly started to fall in place. "I'm really sorry, Trix."

Trixie looked at Kaner and held a smile on her lips. "Don't be. I'm not."

The following morning, Trixie was surprised when she didn't wake up with a massive hangover. Sure she had a headache but there was no nauseous feeling. From the other end of the hall however, she could clearly hear Pat puking his guts out. She really had no idea how much the three of them had actually drunk before she arrived home.

Andrew was still lying on Patty's couch when Trixie mustered the energy to walk down the steps. The TV lightly hummed as he watched the screen in an absentminded state.

"You want some coffee, Laddy?" Trixie offered.

All he did was groan and she took that as a yes. Minutes later, after pouring two steaming cups of hazelnut coffee and toasting up four slices of wheat bread, Patrick sluggishly waddled in to the kitchen. His hair was a mess and he was naked besides the boxers that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Kris had somehow managed to get himself home last night and for now, the three lazy bums lounged on the couch. Cartoons had been their pick and even after nearly three hours none of them were board.

On the coffee table, Trixie's phone vibrated. She reached for the pink phone and pressed the trackball reviling her text message. It was Adam, the last person she thought it would be from seeing as to how she and Sid had been texting all morning.

After a quick reply, Trixie stood to her feet and pulled her pink sleep shorts farther down her thighs. "I'll see you later boys, Adam wants to talk."

She made her way up the stairs to change when she heard Patrick yell. "Go easy on him."

Using her own key to unlock the door to Adam's townhouse, Trixie slipped her feet from her shoes and left them at the front door. She found him sitting on the couch, eyes locked on the television with a carton Chinese food in his hand. Taking a seat on love seat adjacent to the couch, she crossed her legs.

Adam set the carton on the coffee table and turned off the TV. "Before you say anything, Trixie, I have to ask. What were you doing at that hotel last night?"

"I think I should be asking you the same question." She could feel her defensive walls start to come up.

He put up his hand so she would stop talking. "Trixie, I asked you first."

It took her a second to find the courage to answer. "I was with a friend."

Leaned back on the couch and ran a hand through his dirty hair. He really had no idea what to say to Trixie, he would only be a hypocrite seeing as to how he had in fact fucked the girl he met at the bar last night.

"Who were you with?" Trixie's voice was soft. She was afraid to hear his answer.

Reaching for the carton again, Adam finished the last of his sweet and sour pork. "Some girl I met at a bar." He wanted to ask the same question but he feared he'd get the same answer. "Who were you with?"

Again, she hesitated. This time she really had no clue how he'd react. "Sidney... Crosby."

Adam was angry. If there were any guys in the world he quickly became jealous of, it was other hockey players. Mainly because he knew those were the kind of guys Trixie was attracted to.

"You know, people are telling me that you're too young to be getting married and that I purposed too soon. And how you're the one who's not ready to tie the knot but in reality, it's me who's not ready. I'm not done having fun." Adam figured he'd do it quick; like pulling off a band-aid.

She had no clue Adam had been feeling that way. Trixie would never admit it but she was relieved Adam had brought it up first. She too wasn't done having fun, she was only twenty-two years old after all. "What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is, maybe it's not such a good idea for the two of us to be together. At least until we grow up." He could see the pain and hurt swimming in her face. "Admit it, Trix, right now all you and I want are casual hook ups. Some one who we can throw out of bed in the morning and not have to cook breakfast for."

"I think your wrong. All I want is to have a family. A family with you." Trixie tried her best not to cry. She didn't want to give Adam the satisfaction of seeing her break down.

Adam went to grab her hand but she quickly pulled it back. "Believe me, you are a young and beautiful girl. You have a job tons of people would kill to have and you should be having all the fun can have."

She quickly wiped a tear from her cheek. "I have lots of fun when I'm with you."

He shook his head. "No, you've been having way more fun with Kaner."

Trixie really wasn't in the mood for a fight. "So, are we done? Is this it?"

Adam nodded; his voice was barely above a whisper. "Yeah."

Blinking back tears, Trixie stood up. She twisted the Tiffany off of her finger and tossed it on to the coffee table. Adam just started at; he was surprised Trixie had given it back. "You'll make some lucky girl incredibility happy."

Adam just let Trixie leave. He watched with a broken heart as the one good thing in his life walked right out the front door.