Oh, Morphine was so ready to play. Her skates were on and she shot out unto the ice twirling the stick and eventually hitting PCP in the ass with the stick when she found him. “You ready for an ass kicking?” Her hair was a ruffled mess and she lazily held unto her helmet in the other hand. Blowing a few strands away from her face she checked out her fellow and opposite team mates.
“This is going to be some killer fucken fun.”
Getting fully ready she waited for the game to begin. Cuts and bruises afterwards? Oh yeah. And she looked forward to it.