End Game (New York Stars Book 1)

Liam: Fuck.

Gray: Hello to you too, Liam.

Cole: How was your day, honey bun?

Matt: Honey bun?! Jesus Christ, Cole lol.

Liam: They made me Captain.

Cole: Dude, you’re the second coming of Gretzky.

Gray: Yeah. DUH.

Liam: I can’t deal with this shit.

Matt: Can’t you do what you did in Montréal? Get the goalie to manage the dressing room?

Liam: GRECO is the goalie, Matt. GRECO.

Matt: Ohhh, yeah. You and him never got along, did you?

Liam: He’s an asshole.

Matt: So, you’re stuck with the C.

Gray: Excuse me while I play my miniature violin for you.

Liam: You know I hate this shit. So, Kyle Lewis?

Cole: What about him?

Matt: The kid whose cellys are like a trip to the ballet?

Liam: Yeah, him.

Liam: Well, Raimond did something while they were both with Chicago. Something that had the team forcing the other players to sign an NDA…

Liam: They only came to blows on the fucking ice today.

Liam: I swear, I don’t have the patience to baby these fuckers.

Matt: Then tell your coach you don’t want the responsibility.

Liam: Don’t know who else would handle it. They were going to make Raimond and Lewis alternate captains, FFS. Management clearly has no idea what they’re doing.

Cole: Gagné’s a decent guy. I know he got traded to the Stars.

Liam: He got the A instead of Raimond and Lewis. Coach demoted them for fighting.

Gray: Pull some of the heavy lifting on the ice and let him handle the dressing room, then?

Liam: Maybe. :-/

Liam: How’s it going for you guys?

Cole: My coach has Stalin’s mustache and I think he might be his love child.

Gray: My PA quit.

Matt: My shoulder’s acting up again.

Liam: Cole, Stalin died decades ago and mustaches aren’t hereditary.

Liam: Gray, Trent played in Tucson a couple years back. Could you hire his PA?

Liam: Matt, get your ass to the physio.

Gray: Awwwwwwwww, and you say you’re not ready for the C.

Liam: Fuck off.