Chapter 201: Stafford Townhouse
Wednesday, January 18th, Night
After her nightly work out, Fallon showered and dressed in lounge pants and a cropped New York Met's T-Shirt. On the back of the shirt was number twenty and the name Polar Bear on it. She walked into her living room on the parlor floor.
Fallon daintily jumped into a chair with a thud. She was a small woman, but she still landed hard. Fallon put her stocking feet on a nearby table. She gave her feet a cocky grin as she reached for her smartphone.
Flipping through her contacts, she came to the name for which she was looking. Pressing a digital button, she waited to connect.
"Fallon Adams, what do I owe the pleasure," Grant Coyle said.
"I had a few minutes to kill, so I felt I could just call you to fill the time," Fallon said.
"I should feel so honored," Grant said, unable to hold back a chuckle.
"You should," Fallon said.
"I'll mark it on my calendar," Grant said.
Fallon chuckled, "So, how was your day?" she asked.
"It was good; we've been looking at our next showing," Grant said.
"Oh, really anything interesting?" Fallon asked.
"Aaaa, I don't think so, it's not even interesting to me," Grant said.
"Oh, that sucks," Fallon said.
"So, anyway, how was your day?" Grant asked.
"Typical, all begging, paperwork, and reports," Fallon said.
"More of the usual, I see," Grant said.
"Yeah, you can say that," Fallon said.
"So, do you want to get together soon?" Grant asked.
"Yeah, I have a week or so before I have to fly to North Carolina," Fallon said.
"Why are you heading to North Carolina?" Grant asked.
"Just a family thing and I'll get to see most of my siblings," Fallon said.
"Oh, okay," Grant said, "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Not much, what do you have in mind?" Fallon asked.
"I don't know, maybe dinner, drinks, and some good conversation," Grant said.
"Oh, you're so dirty," Fallon said, "So, bad."
"You're in rare form tonight," Grant said.
"I'm in a good mood," Fallon said.
"I can hear that," Grant said.
"So, what are you up to?" Fallon asked.
"I was watching the Red Wings/Bruins game," Grant said, "Trying to pass the time."
"Ewe hockey," Fallon said, and why was he watching Boston?
"You don't like hockey?" Grant asked.
"No, my sister Trin likes hockey, though," Fallon said.
"Which one is Trin?" Grant asked.
"The sister that lives in New York," Fallon said.
"Oh, is she a Rangers or Islanders fan?" Grant asked.
"Hurricanes fan," Fallon said.
"I'm not sure we can keep seeing each other," Grant said.
"Because I don't like hockey?" Fallon asked.
"Well, yes," Grant said.
"There wasn't a lot of hockey in North Carolina," Fallon said.
"There are the Hurricanes, as you know, and didn't you go to college at NYU?" Grant asked.
"I did, and so did Trin, and I still have student loans to pay off," Fallon said and rolled her eyes. She paid out of pocket for her education.
"Didn't answer why you've never seen a hockey game," Grant said.
"Well, I believe the Hurricanes play in Raleigh, and I'm from Wilmington," Fallon said.
"Doesn't explain college or Trin," Grant said.
"Studies, work, and no free time for me, as for Trin, I might introduce you, and then you can ask," Fallon said.
"Hmmm, The Rangers are on the road, I don't like the Rangers anyways. The Isles are in town against Dallas," Grant said.
"I'm wearing pasties and a G-string," Fallon said, deadpanned.
"I know what we're doing tomorrow," Grant said.
"Going to score?" Fallon asked, now she's doing it to see if he was paying attention.
"I'm taking you to the Islanders game," Grant said.
"Hockey, oh joy," Fallon said.
"So, I'll send you the time and meet me at Penn Station," Grant said.
"We're going to the Garden?" Fallon asked, partially since she hadn't been paying attention to his hockey planning.
"No, we're not, the Rangers are out of town," Grant said, "Anyways, there are only two reasons I'll go to a Rangers game, free tickets or they are playing the Isles."
"So, where are we going?" Fallon asked.
"Belmont," Grant said.
"The horse race?" Fallon asked.
"No, the arena there, where the New York Islanders play," Grant said.
"Oh, yeah, hockey," Fallon said.
"We could make it a memory," Grant said.
"Okay," Fallon said.
"I'll text you the whos, whats, and whys," Grant said.
"Sure," Fallon said, trying not to sound too unenthusiastic.
"Great, I'll see you tomorrow, Fallon," Grant said, "I've got to go."
"Bye," Fallon said.
"Bye," Grant said, and hung up.
Fallon looked at her phone and rolled her eyes. She was going to a hockey game tomorrow night; it was going to be cold.
With a sigh, she scrolled through her contacts and found Trin Adams and called her. Fallon waited patiently for Trin to pick up.
"What Fallon, it's late?" Trin asked.
"I'm going out with Grant tomorrow night," Fallon said.
"It's too late and too short of time for Wyatt's services; he does have school tomorrow," Trin said.
"No, not that, I'm going to a hockey game, tomorrow night," Fallon said.
"A hockey game? You hate hockey," Trin said.
"Grant's taking me," Fallon said.
"He's a keeper then, taking a girl he hardly knows to a hockey game," Trin said.
"You're just saying that because you like hockey," Fallon said.
"Only the Hurricanes," Trin said, "Speaking of Grant, have you told him your real name yet?"
Fallon sort of hummed.
"Fallon!" Trin said.
"What?" Fallon asked.
"You're avoiding the question," Trin said.
"No, he still thinks I'm Fallon Adams," Fallon said.
"You have to come clean with him," Trin said.
"Oh, yeah, Trin, hi, my name is Fallon Stafford, and oh, by the way, I own part of the Rangers, as well as a large chunk of NYC," Fallon said.
"At least, it's honest, and wait a minute you own part of the Rangers?" Trin asked.
"Well, I think it's the rangers, I'll have to check, and it's probably only more than one percent," Fallon said.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Trin asked.
"Because it's some little piece of the whole fucking empire," Fallon said.
"Well, go, enjoy, and be honest," Trin said, with a yawn.
"I'll try, and good night, Trin," Fallon said.
"Good night, Fal," Trin said and hung up. Fallon looked at her phone and shrugged she's going to a hockey game tomorrow night.
