PCP could hear someone coming up behind him and he only smiled when Morphine stick patted him on the ass. He turned towards her slowly with a smirk on his face. “You trash talk like a dude, but when you bite the ice, I’ll make sure to kiss those bo-bos.” He teased with no shame attached. He looked her over, admiring her form. “Though, I must say your breasts are barely present so I’ll have to look hard for you on the ice if I’m looking at the front. The back though is well enough.”
He was sure that was going to earn him some trouble, but it would only just mean more entertainment on the playing field. He was ready whenever everyone else was.