Chase...is the undeputed penalty box king. (chaseing) wrote in gleek_out,
Chase was happy. Chase was beyond happy. Chase had also been drinking too. He'd worked so hard the last two years on the team, he he finally felt as if all of those early morning practices, showing up early, staying late, all of those hours of film, everything, was worth it. And with this shiny new C on his chest he was bound to get noticed. He couldn't help but in another year he'd be getting letters of intent thrown at him. Boston, here I come. he couldn't help but think. But. He couldn't get ahead of himself. He still had two seasons in front of him and alot of work on and off the ice first. Which he could totally handle.
Somewhere along the lines of showing up with a few cases of beer that his brother and one of his fraternity brothers had dropped off, saying hello to a bunch of different people, and just relaxing pool side among his friends, Chase had gotten himself a supersoaker and was filling it quite happily at the moment. Now all he had to do was find someone to unleash his gun on and he'd be set. Preferably a nice well built girl, but at the moment he wasn't going to be picky. Ha!