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| The Cosmic Gerbil | March 22, 2012, 3:29 pm Post #61 |
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Yeah, I agree, it is so interesting to read about all the different places that they visit Travelling must be so much fun
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| Lucifer's Angel | March 23, 2012, 10:58 am Post #62 |
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Chapter 21 "Since there's no practice today and we take our naps around too, let's do a bit of sightseeing", said Kris as him and Evgeni finished breakfast. "Da, I remember the museum we went to last time, the one with the dinosaurs. You want to see that one?", he asked. "I was thinking more about going to the history museum, we already saw that one. Besides, anything with dinosaurs is going to have a lot of little kids, non?", laughed Kris as Evgeni shook his head. It was just after nine as downtown Raleigh was just starting to stir, stores opening as people in suits hurriedly made their way to the capital building nearby. Unlike Charlotte to the south, there were few buildings taller than ten stories here in Raleigh, just a lot of smaller buildings with the capital building looming above them. The air was still a bit chilly as the last of the winter chill refused to leave, minute amounts of dirty dark slush by the curb and tiny purple crocuses peeking out from newly sprouting grass. The North Carolina Museum of History was a handsome three-story brick building that had once been a tobacco warehouse. The elderly woman behind the counter smiled kindly at them, her towering gray beehvie precariously held up with pins and a generous application of hairspray. "Howdy, ya'll. How can I help you?", she asked in heavy Southern drawl. "Yes madam, we are here in Raleigh for a few days and we have not been to this museum before. What are the best things to see?", asked Kris. The older lady giggled like a schoolgirl as she put a hand to her ample bosom, a slight blush on her plump cheeks. "There's a lot of real good things to see here, hon. I reckon I can show you around a bit, it's always slow in the mornings. Are you French, reckon don't get many foreigners here", she said. "Sort of, I am from Quebec. I'm Kris Letang", he replied. "And I am Evgeni Malkin, but nobody call me that, everyone call me Geno", he said. "I am Harriet Evans, glad to meet ya'll. Just follow me, what brings you fellas here?", she asked. "We play for the Penguins, we're here to play the Hurricanes and the game's tomorrow night. After the game we fly out to Nashville to play the Predators", replied Kris. "Hmmph, hockey ain't my thing, I'm a Panthers fan, even if they stink. Ain't no way I'm rooting for the Redskins", she said. "You like Steelers, they very good. We saw the playoff game against the Jets in December at Heinz Field, that was awesome", said Evgeni. "Are you Russian, young man? I ain't a Steelers fan, I don't root for AFC teams. But I thought they didn't have football in Russia", said Harriet. "We have other football, but when I come to Pittsburgh I started watching football. My first roommate was a big fan, that is how I started learning English", said Evgeni proudly. "How lovely, Mr. Malkin", she said. "I don't watch American football, I prefer the Canadian variety and my mom is a big fan of the Alouettes, of course. But in Pittsburgh, you have to be a Steelers fan", said Kris with a little laugh. "Well, reckon we ought to start at the beginning. The Cherokee were the big tribe in these parts, that and in Tennessee and Georgia. Unfortunately, they were expelled by President Andrew Jackson in the 1830's and forced to Oklahoma. There's still a few in the mountains, but that's further west", said Harriet as they looked at a display of Cherokee artifacts in a glass case. "This is like the native people in Siberia, but not in my parts where I lived. In eastern Siberia there are a lot of native tribes like the Buryats and the Yakut people, they still herd animals and live in tents. They don't like people seeing them, Putin don't like them", said Evgeni. "Archaeologists believe that the ancestors of the Native Americans came over the Bering Strait from Siberia. I think that's why they seem similar, Mr. Malkin. But are they Arctic tribes or live in a warmer climate?", she asked. "Many of them live in the Arctic, like Kamchatka and really north. I think them and Eskimos are similar", he said. "You're not supposed to call them that, Geno. They like to be called the Inuit or Inuk, they think Eskimo is insulting", said Kris. "I agree, Mr. Letang", said Harriet as she led them to the next room. This room was dedicated to the Civil War as fought in North Carolina, the walls adorned with giant mockups of photos showing soldiers and battlefields. The grim faces of the soldiers looked out from the pictures, lean, sharp-featured men in gray uniforms that were dirty and ragged and without shoes, many of them unshaven and their uniforms little more than rags. The photos showed the harsh, spartan lifestyles they led, the soldiers camped out in ragged tents and eating hard biscuits and rancid food around meager campfires while others played cards or smoked pipes and cigars, a few even playing music on harmonicas, banjos and fiddles. "Both sides of my family had ancestors who fought in the war, and neither owned slaves. Lotta Yankees don't get that, they fought because they didn't have a choice. I've had Yankees come here and say these soldiers were racists and look down their noses at us, but if Yankees are mean folks like that, I am glad to be Southern. Didn't wanna offend you fellas, but it's a big thing here", said Harriet apologetically. "Je comprende, madam", said Kris. "I understand in a bit. My family were a noble one before the revolution and one of my ancestors was a mistress to Alexander III and had a kid with the old czar, that means I am a Romanov. That is not a popular thing in Russia", said Evgeni with a smile. "That is right interesting, Mr. Malkin. Reckon I've never been around royalty before", she chuckled. It was almost noon when they finished the tour of the museum. "That was a real interesting time I had with you fellas, wish the rest of our patrons were as interesting. You can drop on by anytime", said Harriet. "Merci beaucomp, madam", said Kris gallantly as she blushed. "Reckon I never had anyone speak French to me in ages, you are a real charmer", said Harriet. "Now it is time for our nap, mon ami Russe. And maybe Jordan won't be an uncle tonight, let's hope Eric doesn't film the kid being born", said Kris as Evgeni looked revolted. "I can't believe Tanya had to throw you out, bro. You must've been driving her nuts", teased Jordan. Eric just laughed as he clapped his brother on the back. Like Jordan, his older brother was a huge man at 6'4 and over 225lbs with the same longish blond hair and blue eyes. "Reckon so, just don't want anything to go wrong. I was the same way with Parker, it must be a dad thing", he said. "Lucky I'm not having any kids for now, her dad would kill me if I got Marie pregnant. Eric, mon ami, enjoy it before the kid comes", teased Kris as he took a sip of his Four Roses bourbon. The men were at The Pit in Raleigh, guests of Jordan's older brother Eric of the Carolina Hurricanes. The restaurant was a rather upscale barbecue restaurant with an enormous pit for the meat and an extensive list of local beers and premium bourbons, many of them single-batch. However, the tables were covered in paper atop the tablecloths and there was an ample supply of paper napkins on the tabletops for the sauce. A jukebox in the corner played Bubba Shot the Jukebox by Mark Chestnut as the scent of roasting and smoked meat came from the pit, the tempting aroma enough to make anyone a carnivore. "Do they every part of the pig here?", asked Evgeni, glancing down at the menu. "Yeah, they all the Southern stuff like collard greens and cheesy grits and fried okra too. At least they don't have chitterlings, that is gross", said Eric as they men looked disgusted. "Dude, that sounds worse than haggis", said Jordan, make a face. "Haggis is not that bad, mon ami Nederlandais. It tastes like sausage, but that chitterlings thing sounds horrible. That's the fried pig intestines?", he asked. "Yeah, it's a real Southern thing. You just ignore the smell, it's actually pretty good", said Eric. "So Kris and Geno, you guys see more ghosts", teased Jordan as he knocked back a shot of Wild Turkey 101. "Little bro, sometimes you shut your mouth. And ghosts aren't real", chided Eric. Kris gave Eric a grateful look, not wanting to explain to the practical older man about this. "Vous frere talks too much, Eric", he chuckled. "Yeah, my little bro has a big mouth. You got to try the ribs or the pulled pork, that's awesome. The turkey and the fried chicken is great too, they go great with the cole slaw and potato salad", said Eric. "Lucky we'll work this off tomorrow", said Kris dryly. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | March 24, 2012, 9:36 am Post #63 |
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Uh uh, ghosts are real LOL, chitterlings...my dad used to love those
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| Lilith | March 25, 2012, 4:49 am Post #64 |
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And this just keeps getting more and more interesting! The points starting to connect.
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| Lucifer's Angel | March 25, 2012, 9:32 am Post #65 |
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Chapter 22 Kris woke up from his nap around five as he reached for his phone, seeing the texts from Marie and Christine as he smiled. He took a quick shower and dressed in black slacks and a black buttoned down shirt with a sports jacket over it, placing his phone in the suit before closing his suitcase and leaving the room. "Hope we no have overtime and shootout, we fly to Nashville after game. I got to take pictures for Ellen", said Evgeni. He was dressed in a similar outfit except that his shirt was white, a red and gray striped tie completing the outfit. "Je sais, mon ami. We are staying at Opryland, it's still chilly so there's no kids around", said Kris. "I am gong to Tootsie's, Opryland sucks. It's full of kids and old people, it's Disney but cheaper and with fatter people", said Jordan in distaste. "How would you know?", asked Max. "My folks took us kids to Opryland when I was fifteen, that sucked. It's doesn't have cool rides and there were more fat people than anything, and all the chicks were ugly. And there's wasn't even much country stuff, trust me, it sucks", he said. "Lucky it's closed, we never go there when the park is open", said Sidney dryly. Everyone got on the bus as it headed towards PNC Arena, arriving there fifteen minutes later. The visitor's dressing room was new and clean with the uniforms hanging in their stalls, their equipment already set up. Evgeni smiled in satisfaction when he saw his new sticks had arrived and were inside his locker. He changed into sweatpants and a worn black t-shirt as he took out a roll of white tape, taking out a piece of it and carefully wrapping the blade of the stick with the tape. "Everyone knows it's your stick, Geno. You must be the only guy who uses white tape", teased Jordan. "Da, this way I know it is mine, Jordan. And black tape on black stick is stupid, you can't see it", he laughed. The team finished practice an hour later as they showered and put on their practice uniforms, hearing the crowd above them as the never-ending patter of feet made their way to the seats. At precisely ten minutes to game time, the team left the dressing room and followed the coaches towards the rink upstairs, the sound of the crowd becoming progressively louder. They made their way to the visitors' bench and watched the ice illuminated with red spotlights as the Hurricanes skated off the ice to the cheers of the crowd. They followed the Hurricanes onto the ice and skated for a bit, the crowd politely watching them. Kris skated in small circles around the goal as he watched the ice calmly, holding his black stick horizontally as he skated with his long black hair flying behind him. He saw the forwards gather at center ice as one of the mayor's assistants dropped the puck, quickly getting out of the way as Sidney and Eric battled for possession. Kris quickly scooted over towards the goal as the Hurricanes gained possession, his back to Marc as he wrestled the puck away and skated towards the blue line as he shot it towards the Penguins' forwards. Evgeni got the puck and skated towards the Hurricanes' goal followed by defensemen on a breakaway, stopping momentarily before unleashing a backhander that went past Cam Ward for the goal, his teammates surrounding him as the goal sirens blared throughout the arena. "That was a great game, guys", chortled Max as they left the ice after the third period, having won the game 2-1. "Da, but Nashville is tough team, this not going to be easy", said Evgeni as he started taking off his uniform. "Je sais, but a challenge is always better than anything easy, Geno. Plus, we are going to Nashville, we can have fun there", he laughed. "Max, you must be the only person in Quebec who likes country music", teased Kris. "What can I say, I am just un habitant du Quebec, Tanger. And ladies love country boys", he joked, quoting the Trace Adkins song. "Great song, but not now, Superstar. We got to get on the plane or else we'll be stuck here in Carolina", chided Sidney as everyone laughed. Everyone showered and got dressed as they got on the bus taking them to the airport. "Lucky the flight is only an hour, maybe the hotel bar is still open", said Max. The airport was quiet as few people flew at this time, the charter waiting serenely for them. They quickly boarded and the luggage was loaded on board as the pilot got the all-clear, the plane taking off and leaving Raleigh behind. Kris glanced out the window and saw the flickering lights of suburban Raleigh below them, quickly leaving them behind as the mountains of central and western Carolina appeared below them. The stars appeared brighter and the moon was fuller here, nothing but trees and mountains here. If the plane were to crash, no one would fine us. But let's not dwell on that,, he mused. The plane landed in Nashville little more than an hour later, everyone getting their bags and getting on the bus to the hotel. "It's only eleven thirty, let's hope the bar open", said Evgeni to one in particular. They arrived at Opryland half an hour later after landing as they quickly checked into the hotel. "Meet you at the bar in a bit", said Kris. He opened the door to his room and barely glanced about as he changed into jeans and a Peace Sells t-shirt, going downstairs to the bar. It was almost empty except for a few businessmen and older men getting time away from their families as he found Evgeni and Jordan seated at the bar. "Tanger, glad you could make it. One round of Newcastle", Jordan told the bartender. "At least it's not Budweiser, mon ami Nederlandais. And where are the fat women you dislike so much?", teased Kris. "The theme park is closed now, the fat chicks don't come until summer. Southern chicks are supposed to be hot but there's a lot of ugly girls here", said Jordan. Kris laughed as he took a sip of his beer. "Have you been drinking already, Jordan? I haven't seen any fat women here", he joked. "Yeah, this is my second beer. Southern chicks are supposed to be hot", he pouted, drinking a generous swallow of beer. "Maybe if you got out of here, you find pretty girls, Jordan. I cannot understand people around here, they have weird accent", said Evgeni, downing a shot of whiskey and chasing it with beer. "Yeah, maybe real Southern women are not fat, mon ami Nederlandais. What do you have against fat women?", asked Kris. "Dude, fat chicks are gross. I like chicks who look good, nice titties and a nice ass. I prefer blondes, brunettes are not my thing. And I like chicks that don't need a stepladder to kiss", he laughed. "Are you sure you haven't had just a beer, Jordan?", asked Kris. "All right, I had the beers and a shot of Ketel One, all right? I'm feeling pretty good, it takes a while for me to get drunk", laughed Jordan. "Look at you, mon ami Nederlandais. You and Geno make me look small", teased Kris. "Yeah, us Dutch make pretty good gin and vodka and beer. I'm just a country boy, I can drink pretty good", teased Jordan. "I'm Russian, we are the best drinkers in the world", boasted Evgeni, draining the entire beer as they looked impressed. "Of course, mon ami Russe. But I am part French and part Scot, I can drink pretty good myself", said Kris. "Dude, awesome", said Jordan. Kris said nothing as he finished his beer and ordered a shot of Macallan. "Dude, we're in a hotel bar in Nashville and you're ordering the good shit", laughed Jordan. "I don't drink blends anymore, I outgrew that years ago. I am a single malt person now, mon ami. Besides, what do the Dutch have?"., he joked. Jordan drained his beer and ordered two shots of Ketel One. "We got this stuff, it's good vodka. And of course Heineken and Amstel and gin, we're pretty good with the booze. Like I said, I have a pretty good tolerance", he said. "You guys are nothing, us Russian drink the most. But since they no have Stoli or Russian vodka here, I no drink vodka. I only drink Russian vodka, Smirnoff crap and Grey Goose for stupid rich people. Swedish, Finnish vodka not bad, but Russian vodka best", said Evgeni proudly. "I can vouch for that, Smirnoff sucks. Let's have a drinking contest, we got no practice or game tomorrow, so we can sleep it off", said Jordan. Jordan said something to the bartender as he lined up three shot glasses full of Jack Daniels. "The first one to pass out is the loser", he smirked. Kris smiled at his friend as he knocked back the shot, feeling the bourbon go smoothly down his throat. He saw Evgeni and Jordan do their shots and the bartender refill them, knocking back the second shot with ease. "We win game, we deserve this", said Evgeni as they all nodded. Kris was feeling pretty good after his third shot, a crooked smile on his face and his black Pirates cap slightly tilted to the side. "I do hope I have pleasant dreams tonight", he chuckled. "Yeah, for me it's gotta involve sexy chicks in a hot tub", laughed Jordan. "There are not hottubs here, Jordan. And only girl I want to see in hot tub is Ellen", said Evgeni. "I'm single, dude. Any chick is fine, but no or ugly or fat chicks", he laughed. Kris was about to blurt something out but he stopped. I'm not going to freak out Geno and Jordan with my crazy dreams. And I'm on the right side of feeling good, he thought. "I'm going to turn in now, bonne nuit, mes amis", he said as he got up from his barstool. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | March 26, 2012, 3:50 pm Post #66 |
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I hope that Kris doesn't have any weird dreams either. I hope he gets a good night's sleep
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| Lilith | March 26, 2012, 6:23 pm Post #67 |
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xD Jordan! If I was Kris I would dread going to sleep. ;_;
Edited by Lilith, March 26, 2012, 6:24 pm.
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| Lucifer's Angel | March 26, 2012, 6:57 pm Post #68 |
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Chapter 23 "Nailer, good to see you here', said Kris, clapping his teammate on the back. James Neal just laughed, his hazel eyes merry. "So am I, Tanger. The doctor says my ankle is fine and I can practice with the team, I've been cleared for playing and I could be in the lineup for the game", he replied. James was tall and muscular, wearing jeans and a black Led Zeppelin t-shirts with his wavy dark brown hair peeking out from under his Toronto Blue Jays cap. "That's great news, Nailer. Geno is going to be thrilled to have his favorite wingman back", said Kris. "Yeah, I give him lots of assists. Is there practice today?", asked James. "Non, Nailer. That is just as well because Geno and Jordan were propping up the bar last night after we arrived, they won't be going anywhere soon", he said. James just shook his head. "This is why I wouldn't go drinking with Geno and Staalsy, I don't have the good drinking genes. I am just an English kid from Ontario", he joked. "Oui, mon ami Anglais. If you're up to it, I was planning on taking the shuttle into the city and going to the Country Hall of Fame. I want to show pictures to Marie and Ellen, since Geno's probably hungover I got to take pictures or else Ellen is going to get mad", he laughed. "That's Geno's chick? I heard he hooked up with a hot blond, nice. Why don't I have that sort of luck?", he cracked. "Don't say it around Geno, mon ami Anglais. I really wouldn't want to get a big Russian guy angry", he joked. "I know, dude. Anyways, I got a craving for a big-ass Southern breakfast, that's one thing I miss about Dallas", said James. "They have those in Nashville, let's get on the shuttle", said Kris. The shuttle bus to Nashville was parked in front of the hotel, filled with tourists heading to the city. The two men looked out of place among all the family groups and foreign tourists, including a loud group talking in German and another group of Japanese people with their ever-present cameras. Kris and James found empty seats near the back and the driver closed the doors, backing away from the curb as they headed on the interstate towards the city. The bus arrived half an hour later and disgorged its passengers near the state capital, the bus parked in the long-term lot while the driver went off to do his business. "With breakfast, then we can go walking. I know this great place, when I was with the Stars we used to go here for breakfast", said James. They walked down the block to a diner with a garish red neon sign that read Wally's Eats, the silver chrome trim gleaming under the morning sun. The interior was all Formica and chrome with waitresses in black dresses and aprons busy serving customers and pouring coffee, the clatter of forks and knives blending with the country music coming from the jukebox. "Howdy and welcome, table for two?", asked the middle-aged waitress in her honeyed Southern drawl. "Oui, madam", replied Kris. The waitress giggled and turned pink like a schoolgirl as she led them to an empty booth. "Are you from France, don't reckon I've ever been called madam", she said. "Non, I am from Quebec", he replied as James tried not to laugh, the waitress handing them the menus. "Dude, she's old enough to be your mom", teased James. "Je sais, Nailer. But my Mom always said to be a gentleman", he laughed. "I'm glad my ankle's better, it really sucked being stuck at home and only going to see my physical therapist. I'm really looking forward to the Flyers game this weekend", said James. "That's a great one, we never want to miss that one. And we're going to have the crowd behind us, that's the best motivator. Imagine when it's the playoffs", said Kris as the waitress poured them each a cup of coffee. James nodded in thanks as he added half a container of cream and a packet of Splenda to his coffee. "We didn't get to the playoffs last year with Dallas, and we got bounced in the first round last year", he said. "I know, that's why we got to win our division, so we can get a higher seed in the first round. We were the sixth seed last year and we got bounced in the first round, we're in first place in the division and second in the conference. But we got until the second week of April, we're doing good", Kris said confidently. The waitress arrived with their breakfast, both men with a plate of eggs, bacon, biscuits with sausage gravy and grits along with orange juice. "My mom does this sort of breakfast, she does the gravy from scratch with real sausage", said James as he carefully spooned gravy onto the split biscuit. Kris nodded as he added a bit of salt and pepper to his grits. "What do you do with that, how do you get the sausage in there?", he asked. "You get a saucepan half full of milk and take a big breakfast sausage, like a Jimmy Dean sausage. You unwrap it and it goes in the milk, it falls apart real easy and you cook it until it thickens, it's real easy", he replied. They split the bill and left behind a tip for the waitress, leaving the diner and heading outside. It was a bit warmer now but still chilly as the two men walked through downtown Nashville, passing various tourists being herded towards the various country music studios and shops. The Country Music Hall of Fame was a massive building that took up a city block, groups of tourists in identical t-shirts ahead of them waiting to buy tickets. "Two adult tickets", James said as he handed over his credit card. "I guess we should start at the beginning, that makes the most sense", said Kris. "Do those things actually work?", asked James, seeing the ancient 78 shellac record in its player with enormous headphones. "I suppose, it says you can try", replied Kris. James put the headphones on and the attendant on duty carefully placed the needle on the disk, several seconds of hiss followed by Blue Yodel performed by Jimmie Rodgers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEIBmGZxAhg T For Texas, T For Tennessee t For Texas, T For Tennessee t For Thelma that Gal Made A Wreck Out Of Me. O-De-Lay-Ee-A-Lay-Ee-O-Ly-Ee if You Don't Want Me Mama you Sure Don't Have To Stall if You Don't Want Me Mama you Sure Don't Have To Stall 'cause I Can Get More Women than A Passenger Train Can Haul. i'm Gonna Buy Me A Pistol just As Long As I'm Tall, Lawd, Lawd i'm Gonna Buy Me A Pistol just As Long As I'm Tall i'm Gonna Shoot Poor Thelma just To See Her Jump And Fall. i'm Gonna Buy Me A Shotgun with A Great Long Shiny Barrel i'm Gonna Buy Me A Shotgun with A Great Long Shiny Barrel i'm Gonna Shoot That Rounder that Stole My Gal. rather Drink Muddy Water sleep In A Hollow Log rather Drink Muddy Water and Sleep In A Hollow Log than To Be In Atlanta treated Like A Dirty Dog. The eerie, high-pitched yodel of the legendary Singing Brakeman singing of revenge against his ex-lover backed only by sparse acoustic guitar sounded delicate and other-worldly, sounding as though it had been recorded by a ghost. Kris took the headphones on put them on his own ears, the ancient country making him frown. "You didn't like it, Tanger?", he asked. "Non, I actually liked it. But it felt weird, I thought I heard it before somewhere. Maybe Ellen has it on CD somewhere, she's got loads of weird country albums", he mused aloud. Next to the Jimmie Rodgers exhibit was another one on the earliest country recordings, but instead of shellac, they were on MP3 files that one listened to on headphones. James listened to The Old Cackling Hen by Fiddlin' John Carson, the high-pitched furious fiddle and slightly off-key singing the sort of music played by folks in the old days: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-2sc2sLtVw "This sounds like the music Luc's mom played, his mom was Irish from Nova Scotia", said Kris, a shadow crossing his face. "Let's see the other stuff", said James, not wanting to depress his friend. Kris smiled gratefully as they went to the other exhibits. "We care definitely going to do a road trip, Geno better take Ellen here or he's in big trouble", he chuckled as James pretended to crack a whip and making a whipping noise. This exhibit was about Western Swing, the hybrid of country, cowboy music and jazz that was popular back in the 30's and 40's made famous by Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys. Three video monitors showed clips from the sundry cowboy movies the band appeared in, Bob Wills in his white hat and fiddle leading his band as they played Miss Molly: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=no8HDEzE3Co Oh have you seen Miss Molly. Her cheeks are rosy red. Her lips are soft as satin and they taste like ginger bread. Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you. Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too. Now when Miss Molly smiles, the sun is dim a spell. And when she laughs her voice is like a little silver bell. Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you. Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too. I'll trade my horse and saddle, my drivin' I'll resign, If only Miss Molly would say that she'll be mine. Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you. Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too. Now listen here Miss Molly, I've told you once before. But even though I've told you so, I'll tell you just once More Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you. Me oh my Miss Molly won't you say you love me too. "That's Ellen's favorite stuff, that or Hank III", said Kris. "You and Geno's chick are real close", remarked James. Kris gave his teammate a look. "Nailer, Ellen and I are just friends, we met because we have the same neurologist. I know better than to get Geno mad, he's an easygoing guy but he can do some serious damage when he gets mad", he said. "Whoa, dude. I'm just saying that you and Ellen are pretty close, I don't see many dudes who are friends with chicks unless there's benefits involved", said James, throwing up his hands. Kris blushed. "Je sais, I have my own girlfriend so I don't need to poach. If there's a gift shop, I got see if they sell any CD's", he said. "Does your girl like country?", asked James. "Non, Marie's into big band stuff and jazz in general. I guess it's because her dad's jukebox in the bar has nothing but that kind of music. I think I'm partial to Artie Shaw and the later Sinatra stuff, like Strangers in the Night and Summer Wind, I'm still a metal head, though", he laughed. "Awesome, and I thought Geno was whipped", laughed James as Kris playfully pushed him. "Shit, he was dead and the driver and the stupid-ass cops didn't know it", said James as they stood in front of the Hank Williams exhibit. The powder-blue Cadillac where the country legend had died en route to a concert was on display, along with several of his stage outfits, guitars and yellowed papers with the handwritten lyrics to some of his famous songs. Kris felt an odd tingling sensation in the back of his neck as he examined the lyrics and the cards accompanying the death car. The Ride from the Hank III bootleg replayed itself in his head, easily imagining the the hitchhiker getting in the car with Williams' ghost. He blinked furiously and shook his head when a momentary image of an old man with long white hair and a white robe appeared before him, the man's odd silver eyes looking right through him. "Are you all right, Tanger?", asked James. Kris shook his head. "This is giving me the creeps, Nailer. Let's move on", he said. "If I did not have stupid hangover this morning, I could go to museum with you", said Evgeni as he started dressing in his game uniform. "Then don't join any drinking contests, mon ami Russe. Next time we go to Nashville, you can go and take loads of pictures for Ellen", he teased. "Our next road trip is Dallas and Phoenix, I'll take you guys to Billy Bob's. We used to go there all the time when I played for the Stars, it's awesome. There's bands, line dancing, barbecue, mechanical bulls and it's fucking huge. Your girlfriend would love that place, Geno, there's another stop on your road trip", laughed James. "We do that, go to Texas with the women", said Evgeni. "I'll join you guys, Texas chicks are hot", said Jordan. "And you will be very popular with the ladies, mon ami Nederlandais. That is a hell of a long drive from either Pittsburgh or Thunder Bay", joked Kris. "But I got a truck so that's no problem, it'll go anywhere", he retorted, a crooked smile on his face and his blue eyes dancing with amusement. The team finished dressing as they headed out of the locker room towards the rink. The ceiling above t hem seemed to shake as the fans cheered loudly during the pregame introductions, Cat Scratch Fever blaring from the speakers loud enough to deafen everyone in the arena: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCJux_7W2i8 They walked out of the tunnel and onto the their bench as the starting lineup skated onto the ice, the lights turned back on while Crazy Town by Jason Aldean played as loud as the previous music had: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsFQBMNlaVY Roll into town step off the bus, Shake off the where you came from dust, Grab you guitar walk down the street, Sign says Nashville Tennessee, But I have found, It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, To be a star you gotta bang bang bang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In this crazy town, Pay your dues and you play for free, And you pray for a honky tonk destiny, You cut your teeth in the smokey bars, And live off the tips from a pickle jar Till find a cool new sound And you smile when the record man shoots you down, One year they reposes your truck, And the next you make a couple million bucks, It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, To be a star you gotta, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, We love it we hate it we all came here to make it, In this crazy town, It's a crazy town. Kris skated near the Penguins goal as he saw Marc out of the corner of his eyes behind him, keeping watch of his teammates in their white road uniforms in front of him. The referee dropped the puck for the opening faceoff as the Predators gained possession, Kris immediately heading forward to get the puck away.. He watched in dismay as Mike Fisher shrugged him off and positioned himself in front of the net, Marc managing to trap the shot with his pads as the referee blew the whistle to stop play and have another faceoff. The score was tied 1-1 after the five-minute overtime as the game went into a shootout. Kris stood back and leaned over the railing and smiled grimly as Predators goalie Pekka Rinne got ready in his crease to stop Evgeni from scoring. The arena was hushed with anticipation as the referee dropped the puck in front of him as he skated towards the goal, gradually picking up speed as he accelerated down the ice. Rinne got into a crouch as he saw Evgeni rushing towards him with the puck, rearing his stick back and firing a hard shot that was blocked by the big Finnish goalie. The crowd cheered as Rinne skated off the ice, Marc getting in the goal as he prepared to face Predators captain Shea Weber. He peered from behind his mask as Weber cradled the puck with his stick and skated down the ice, gaining speed as he neared the goal. Weber fired a one-timer that Marc missed by less than an inch as the puck found a hole above his shoulder and into the net, the goal sirens blaring as Crazy Town again played over the speakers, drowned out by the roar of the fans. "Flower, tough shit. We'll need to buy you a drink, mon frere", said Max sympathetically. "Merde, I should have gotten that puck, it was right there", said Marc in frustration, taking off his helmet and pads as the equipment guys went to pack them for the flight. "Max is right, Flower. That was a tough goal, but don't beat yourself up over it. Besides, I don't think Vero wants to see you all miserable", teased Jordan. Marc blushed. "Je sais, Jordan. The Predators are a tough team and we're going home, I don't think Henri understands yet", he chuckled. "Think good things like that, Flower. I should have gotten goal, but Rinne is very good goalie. He very big and it hard to shoot past him, I try my best", said Evgeni. Everyone got dressed and headed on to the bus towards the airport. Kris saw a text from Marie as he replied he was on the way, smiling at the heart and smiley face text she'd sent him. I'm feeling better already, he chucked. Edited by Lucifer's Angel, March 26, 2012, 6:58 pm.
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| Lilith | March 27, 2012, 2:27 am Post #69 |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | March 29, 2012, 2:59 pm Post #70 |
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Yes, that is sad they didn't win I am glad that the text from MArie cheered Kris up though
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| Lucifer's Angel | March 29, 2012, 3:15 pm Post #71 |
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Chapter 24 "Remember, if you guys have sex, do it tonight or else you can't play good for the game", joked Kris as the charter flight appreciated Pittsburgh International Airport. "Very funny, Kris. Wen are you going to get with Marie?", teased Evgeni as Kris turned a dull shade of red. "Vous et un batard, mon ami Russe. A gentleman does not kiss and tell", he chuckled as the plane touched down. Ellen was waiting for him as Evgeni took her into his arms and embraced her, a huge grin on his face. "I miss you, Ellen. We have game tomorrow night, you are going", he said. Ellen just laughed, an amused look in her green eyes. "You are a determined bloke, Zhenya. Of course I will be cheering on my favorite lads", she teased. "You guys are so cute it's gross. Get a room", teased Jordan. "What you need a girlfriend, mon ami Nederlandais. That way, your mother will stop pestering you for grandchildren", laughed Kris. "She's already got two grandkids, Evan was born last night and Eric sent me pics, I hope he didn't tape the birth and sent me the vid. She can go pester Marc and Jared now, they're the ones with chicks. I'm like Max, I'm going to enjoy myself a bit first", laughed Jordan. "I'd go see Marie, when she gets off of work I'm taking her out", said Kris. "Okay, have good time", said Evgeni as he took Ellen by the hand. "What was Nashville like, Zhenya? I've been to Scotland and I have not been far from Pittsburgh, before we went to Ottawa", she laughed. "You should go with me to Russia then, that is very far. We did not beat Nashville, we lost in shootout and went right to airport", he replied as he led her towards the luggage carousel. "If you try anything on the road, watch out", she said with a little chuckle. "I not try anything, you my girl. How are your father and Aoife?", he asked as he grabbed his bags from the conveyor belt. "Da is fine, he's at a meeting for the St. Andrew's Society and Aoife is by herself right now. Did you bring your car, I drove my truck here", she said. "Kris drove us in his truck, he going out with Marie later. I have my stuff in the bag, mind if I go to your house and change? Kris want to take his nap", he said. "All right, it's just me and Aoife and Da's coming back later. But aren't you tired?", she asked, reaching into her purse for the keys. "No, I fine. Kris take naps because he had the concussion last year, he need to sleep a lot. My head is fine", he replied. "Aye, I remember now. You have any plans tonight?", she asked. "Man is supposed to ask woman out, Ellen. I not doing anything", he replied. Ellen got into the truck and gave him a look, a challenging gleam in her green eyes. "Don't be sexist, Zhenya. This is the 21st century", she retorted. "I just kidding, Ellen. But I used to ask girls out, girl don't ask boys out in Russia", he replied. "We shall see about that", she vowed as she drove away from the airport, A Girl's Gotta Do What a Girl's Gotta Do by Mindy McCready coming from the radio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcEGfu_a1hw The first thing I did when you said goodbye Was sit myself down and have a real good cry The next thing I did was put my red dress on And go downtown dancing till the break of dawn A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do And now I've gotta get to getting' over you Too bad I gotta do it with someone new But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do Fancy meeting you out stomping ground Sorry if you caught me painting the town Guess I shoulda stayed home with your memory Baby don't take it personally A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do And now I've gotta get to gettin' over you Too bad I gotta do it with someone new But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do Give me a call sometime real soon And remind me to remember To forget about you, hoah yeah A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do And now I've gotta get to gettin' over you Too bad I gotta do it with someone new But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do A girl's gotta do it Yeah a girl's gotta do it To bad I gotta do it (with someone new) To bad I gotta do it with someone new But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do Ellen parked the truck in the driveway of the house and got herself out before Evgeni could help her, a challenging smile on her lips. "I like challenge", he chuckled. Aoife was right at the door the minute she heard the key in the lock, barking happily and wagging her tail at the sight of her mistress. "Lass, I wasna gone for that long. And I'm sure you remember Zhenya", she chided as Aoife barked. "She very smart dog, she know you coming", he said as Ellen led him inside. "Aye, she's a smart lass. She has a got a lot of brains, wolfhounds have always been valued for their intelligence. They were the favorite pets of the Irish high kings and British noble families, Aoife's mum Maire and her Da Gunnar were our dogs when I was a tot", she replied as she filled Aoife's water dish. "What happened to them?", he asked. "They both had to be put down when they got old, Maire was ten years old and Gunnar was eleven. I am trying to find Aoife a mate so she can have a puppy, the Sutherlands have had wolfhounds from the same line going back to the 1400's. Our ancestor Kenneth Sutherland had married an Irish heiress who was the daughter of an O'Neill, the first dog was part of her dowry", she replied. "But was that a noble family, I know crap about Irish stuff", he said, a slight blush on his cheeks. Ellen giggled as she gave him a little kiss. "No worries, a lot of people don't realize the Irish had clans and some of the leaders were rich as nobles. The O'Neills were the most powerful clan in Ulster and very rich, 'twas like marrying into a noble family. The O'Neill chiefs had to flee after a rebellion in the early 1600's, that is when everything went tits-up in Ireland. No matter what, us Celts stick together", she said with a little laugh. Evgeni was still mulling this over as she led him towards the family's library in the back of the house. It was hidden behind a massive carved wooden door with designs of medieval demons and gargoyles, dark as a cave and with the faint scent of ink and old books. Ellen turned on a light as everything was thrown into sharp focus, his eyes taking in the room and his eyes wide in awe. The library was a huge room, high-ceiling with tiny windows at the very top barely letting in light. On three sides were tall bookshelves crammed with all sorts of books, some leather-bound and old and some shiny plastic and paper dust jackets and some paperbacks with bright covers. A tall ladder on a pulley could be maneuvered so that one could get a book from the shelves, the ladder sitting off to the side of the bookcase immediately to the right. Directly above them on the ceiling was a huge Tiffany lampshade with three light bulbs, the shades made of pale yellow glass with reddish-pink roses in bloom. "These are all my Da's books, some are my grandpa's and many of them are really bloody old. And some are mine, I like to collect them", she said. Evgeni was still as he walked over to the nearest shelf and looked at the titles written on the spines. The first group was an edition of the Encyclopedia Brittanica that looked to be at least fifty years old, the black leather binding with its fading red and gold trim dry as an alligator's hide. Nearby were several cartography guides that held maps containing countries that no longer existed, the heavy pages smelling musty but not unpleasant. A nearby shelf contained a row of lurid pulp novels from the 40's and 50's that would have cost less than fifty cents back in the day but much more now, as they were in very good shape. Their lurid covers depicted trench-coat clad, square-jawed private eyes and buxom sexy blonds with titles such as Bucket of Blood and Beware of Sweet Poison. "These worth a lot on Ebay, but they not look like good books", he said, seeing the garish paperback books. "My grandpa read these back in the 40's, they were made into movies some of them. I can see your eyes bugging out out of your head, Zhenya", she teased. Evgeni looked down at his feet and blushed guiltily. "Sorry, but this is more books than a library. The library in my town back in Russia not have so many books", he said. "Aye, I ken. I will not have you going blind then, you need your eyesight for the game. Da is about to arrive soon, let me change and then we can go out for a wee bit of fun", she teased, giving him a quick kiss on the cheeks as she went to her room to change. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | March 29, 2012, 7:43 pm Post #72 |
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Wow, that sounds like an awesome and massive library
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| Lilith | March 29, 2012, 9:08 pm Post #73 |
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Oh, I just love Ellen's house! What I'd give to see that library! :3 She always has great stories to share! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | April 1, 2012, 9:32 am Post #74 |
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Chapter 25 Evgeni realized he was still wearing his suit as he found his bag in the parlor, taking out a pair of jeans and an Iron Maiden t-shirt with the Aces High album cover before going into the bathroom to change. He emerged several minutes later and carefully placed the suit in his bag, looking up to see Ellen as he smiled. She wore a red, blue and purple Paisley skirt that fell past her knees along with a slim black cashmere sweater, her blond hair in two long braids and the bangs held off her forehead by a thin gold circlet and sheer black stockings. "Like what you see, Zhenya?", she giggled. "Da, Ellen", he said as she just laughed. Alisdair arrived just then as Aoife barked happily at her master, wagging her tail in welcome. "Aye lass, how was your road trip, Mr. Malkin? I couldna see the games, I was busy", he said apologetically. "It was good, we win against Carolina but loose in shootout to the Predators. We play the Rangers in two nights, I leave you tickets if you want Mr. Sutherland", he replied. "I'll not be able to attend, but you may leave a ticket for Ellen. I am going to my club", he replied as he went to the kitchen. "All right, Da", said Ellen as she grabbed her purse. "Do you have practice tomorrow then?", she asked. "I drive, you drive already. We have afternoon practice and no morning skate the day of game, we have good time", he said as he got in the driver's side of the truck. "What do you have in mind?", she asked. Evgeni just laughed as he turned on the radio and backed out of the driveway, Motley Crue blaring from the speakers. "I just drive, I like this part of West Virginia south of the state, it have nice mountains and forests like my part of Russia but no near my town. It is much cleaner, not dirty like back home", he said. "What part of Russia are you from?", she asked. "I am from Magnitogorsk in the Urals, us and Chelyabinsk nearby have a lot of factories and mines. Chelyabinsk have biggest tractor factory in Russia and Magnitogorsk is where they used to make tanks and missiles under the Soviets, it has huge steel mills and coal mines and factories. I hear Pittsburgh is supposed to the Steel City, but it so nice and clean compared to where I grew up", he replied. Evgeni drove southwards towards West Virginia until they reached the mountains in the north-central portion of the state. It was just turning to spring and the mountains were crowded with trees whose crowns were sprouting the first leaves of the season, the mountains and hillsides all covered with pale green leaves on their boughs. It was chillier here than in Pittsburgh, the higher elevation of the mountains having a lower temperature than in the city but it was not unpleasant as there was little pollution or even other cars on the road as they drove onwards. "This is lovely, I've never been here before", she murmured. "When I first come to Pittsburgh, I stayed with Sergei Gonchar and his family who are from my part of Russia. His family liked to go here because the kids liked it, it was really pretty and much nicer than where we come from in Russia. I like to drive here sometimes when I have no practice, you cannot drive that much in Russia because the roads are crap", he said. It was almost dusk as they arrived in the town of Thomas off the interstate after turning off at a smaller two-lane road. While the surrounding area was picturesque with its hills and rounded mountains covered in trees and wildflowers in bloom, the town itself was the sort of dull small town whose whole main street was nothing more than a big strip mall with chain stores, motels, gas stations and convenience stores one could find anywhere. Evgeni parked the truck in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn and immediately went over to the passenger's side to help her out, extending his hand as he smiled at her. "I supposed to do that, it is the proper thing to do", he chuckled. Ellen just smiled indulgently at him as he led her inside, carrying a small bag with her. "Howdy and welcome, how can I help you?", asked the middle-aged clerk in his twangy mountain drawl. "Da, one room for tonight", he replied. "All right, you got Room #212, enjoy your stay", he said as he handed over the keys. They took the elevator up to their room on the second floor as he led her over and opened the door, Evgeni turning on the light as he dropped the bag near the bed. Ellen sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation and not a bit of fear. "Ellen, what is the matter?", he asked, concern in his brown eyes. Ellen blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink. "Zhenya, I hope this is not embarrassing, but it has been a while", she whispered. Evgeni sat on the bed next to her and kissed the top of her head as he gave her a hug. "That not embarrassing, Ellen. You not going to suck at this, I be patient", he said. "That's an interesting choice of words, Zhenya. I was thinking we could just, um, cuddle?", she asked, turning an even deeper shade of pink. "Da, that sound good. I not going to rush you, Ellen", he said. Ellen sighed with relief as she leaned against him, feeling his big hands gently stroking her hair. He lifted her chin with the tip of his fingers and kissed her, the kiss soft and gentle as he gradually deepened the kiss. She sighed against his lips and returned the kiss as her arms went around his neck, their kisses growing more intense. Evgeni broke the kiss and smiled down at her, a rakish grin on his face. "I like this cuddle thing, it nice", he chuckled as she just laughed. Meanwhile, Kris was sitting at his usual table La Lys Blanc Pays waiting for Marie to get off her shift as he glanced down at his watch. To his relief, it was only a few minutes as Marie finished serving a group of construction workers a round of beers as the jukebox played Stompin' at the Savoy by Benny Goodman: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rifhroClGI "I will be right back", she said as she went upstairs to change while Jean pulled a few more pints and set them on a tray for the other waitress. Kris finished drinking his Coke and left a tip on the table as he waited, a slow smile forming on his face when he saw Marie emerge from upstairs several minutes later. She wore a simple navy blue dress with white trim and matching stockings, her black curly hair in loose waves around her shoulders and only a bit of makeup on her face. "Vous mas belle, ma fille pays", he said gallantly, taking her hand to his lips and lightly kissing it. Marie giggled, her blue eyes dancing with amusement. "Vous etes si charmante, monsieur Letang", she teased. "C'est comment ca que ma mere m'a eleve", he replied as he led her outside to this truck. "Where do you want to go?", she asked. "Geno and Ellen are in West Virginia, they're coming back tomorrow for afternoon practice and then we got the game against the Rangers. I got the house to myself", he said, a rakish grin on his face. "You are a naughty boy, monsieur Letang. Do you want Papa to come after you with the shotgun?", she teased. "Non, ma belle fille pays. I think your father likes me, and I can be a total gentleman if you want", he laughed as he drove towards the house. Kris parked the truck in the driveway and helped her out as he led them inside the house. He turned on the foyer light as she looked around curiously. "Can I get you something to drink, we have a pretty good bar in the kitchen", he said. "Let me see", she said. Marie saw the collection of liquor bottles on the counter and examined them, nodding in approval. "Nice, no Boone's or cheap rubbish, very good. And I think Geno has quite the impressive vodka collection", she said, seeing the large number of Russian vodkas. Marie took a bottle of Hennessey, lemon juice and some Cointreau and a shaker, combining the ingredients as Kris took out two glasses. She frosted the rims with sugar and a bit of ice as she poured them each a Sidecar, taking the peel and cutting it to act as a garnish. Kris took a sip and nodded in approval. "This is really good, I'm not into brandy drinks but this is really good", he said. "Merci, Kris. My father is a bartender after all", she giggled. "Let me show you around a bit", he said as he led them out of the kitchen. "This is the living room with the TV and all that, me and Geno hang out here and play Call of Duty. He's always beating me at it because he plays as the Russians, he's good with this stuff. And over there is the garage, that's just a bunch of junk and there's a bathroom and the laundry room here. And upstairs are the bedrooms", he said. Drinks in hand, Kris led them upstairs to the bedrooms. There were four bedrooms and two bathroom on the upper floor, along with a trapdoor that led to an attic than no one had ever used. Evgeni's room was the larger one, all dark wood and dark green decor that vaguely resembled a room in a hunting lodge while Kris' room was done in dark blue with the four-poster king sized bed and Metallica poster on the closet door. "I wanted to put up more posters but if my mom comes to visit, she's not going to like that. She stays in the guest room and the kids stay in the other guest room when they come to visit, otherwise we don't use it", he explained. Marie saw a group of photographs in frames on the dresser and took a closer look. Several of them were of Kris as a little boy and his high school graduation pictures, but one in particular caught her eye. Kris and another young man in red and white Canada uniforms posed on the ice of a rink with gold medals around their necks, both of them with huge grins on their faces and their arms around each other. The young man was about 17 or 18 with longish wavy dark brown hair in a slight mullet and cheerful brown eyes, both of them looking ecstatic. "That was my best friend from juniors, Luc Bourdon. That's from when we won the World Juniors, we beat the Russians for the gold medal. He was my roommate when we played together in Val D'Or", he said quietly. Marie was silent as she waited for him to continue. Kris took another sip of his drink before he talked again. "We met on the first day of training camp for Val D'Or, I remember he wore a Megadeth shirt with the original Killing is My Business album cover, the one with the cheesy plastic skull and he had longer hair than me. We started talking about music when we finished with practice and he was a metal head like me, he played guitar and even wrote his own songs. I remember one time we were on a road trip to play in Rimouski and Luc brought his guitar and practice amp, it was a black and white Fender. One our teammates bragged he could play so Luc lent him the guitar and he played like crap, he was so bad Luc grabbed his guitar and yanked all the strings out so he couldn't play, he was that bad", he said, laughing at the memory. Kris finished his drink and set it down on the dresser, a serious look on his face. "Luc died after he got run over by a truck while riding his motorcycle, he was sober and wearing his helmet. I got the call from his mother right before I went to practice and the coach told me not to play, I had to fly up to New Brunswick for the funeral. He did what he was supposed to do, merde", he said angrily. Marie said nothing but just embraced him, Kris leaning into her embrace as he sighed. "Merci, Marie. I did not mean to depress you, it's not something I have gotten over. Let's go downstairs and watch a movie", he said. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | April 1, 2012, 12:08 pm Post #75 |
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Awww, that was so sad that Luc died
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I am glad that the text from MArie cheered Kris up though 
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