Chapter Three

"Are you seriously wearing that?" Amber looked at her friend's ridiculously slutty outfit with shock.

"I don't want there to be any mixed messages about my intent to get laid tonight."

"That is certainly not going to be the case."

"Good. Do you know who's coming?"

"No, but I didn't exactly ask "hey max, Amy wants to know which friends of yours are coming, so she can better plan who she is going to bang?"'

"Do you think Sidney Crosby is coming? Fuck, he's hot."

"I doubt it. I hear his schedule is crazy. I doubt he has time to relax at home, never mind come to Montreal to drink at Max's childhood home."

Amber went back to applying her makeup. Suddenly she felt a slight cold sweat come over her. She hoped he wasn't coming. The last couple of meetings with him hadn't exactly ended well.

"The things I would do to that boy… it would take weeks for him to get his skating legs back."

"I don't even want to know what your dirty mind can come up with."

"Well then, we should go," Amy stated, while peering out Amber's bedroom window. "It looks like the party is quite underway. Mmmm… come to momma boys…" Amy adjusted her chest in her strapless dress and checked herself in the mirror.

"Coming?" Amber offered while watching her friend make her last minute adjustments.

"Hopefully multiple times!" Amy replied her sultriest voice.

Amber shook her head and laughed before heading downstairs and out the front door.

-.-

"Oh, man. That was a sick game. Did you see Jager totally took out Ovi? It was one of my happiest moments all summer!" Dupes offered as he recalled one of the best moments of the World Championships.

"I can't believe they lost. Their team was totally stacked, it should have been an easy shutdown," Tanger added while cramming a huge bit of hot dog in his face.

"Anyone talk to Geno?" Max asked, passing out another round of beers to his buddies.

"I was supposed to head out there, but got stuck making another damn shoe commercial," Sid shook his head.

"It can't suck as much as the last one!" Stall laughed, as he poked his captain in the ribs. "That was embarrassing, man. Do you really have no control over that crap?"

"Don't go there man… we have all made bad commercials… hey 'Superstar'?" Sid laughed at Max's commercial.

"How was dat a bad commercial? You know how much pussy I got after dat?"

"That's the new contract negotiation for Max… in exchange for staring in your terrible commercial, I expect 'x' amount of girls to spread their legs." Dupuis added.

"Speaking of girls…" Tanger said happily, pointing with his chin towards the gate of Max's backyard. "Finally! I was afraid this was going to turn into a cock fest."

"Non, non, mon amie, mon oncle Max, takes care of his friends." Max smiled rubbing his hands together. "More on the way too, I hope."

Sid turned his head, towards where the girls had come in. One girl was starring straight over at them, wearing not much more then a dish towel and crazy spiked heels. He never understood why girls dressed like that. Clearly some guys like it, like Tanger, who was practically drooling already, but outfits like that just didn't do it for him. The other girl had her back to them but was wearing jean shorts and a red tank top, much more his style. She was hugging Max's mom.

"Boys, you are going to meet my future wife…" Max said quickly, before bounding across the yard and swooping the girl in jean shorts up in his arms for a huge bear hug.

Sid forgot to breath… as Max walked over to the group with his arm around the shoulders of the girl.