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2026-07-28 11:35:12
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Pucking Around with Fate Decorative Choice
POV: GunnerThings weren't all going Gunner's way this evening. Or going Gunner's way at all.He wasn't sure anymore. He'd lost track after drink three, thirteen, something.Top hat gone, back into the wilds from whence it came, Shane had found his way back to their table, been forced to eat something and have coffee and water, and was now sitting across from him, between Kyle and Marcus, going through his photos of the team's last road trip while he sobered a little.Photos Gunner didn't even know he'd taken.Being in snapshots and newspapers didn't bother him on principle or anything. It was part of being in the spotlight they all shared. But Shane Harlow was sometimes full of odd surprises. It seemed he'd used some forethought, and had clearly been saving his cards up for a time just like this. And now he was playing his ace.It might have been retaliation for Gunner's constant badgering tonight, but Shane had seemed not too bothered about it on the whole. The final straw was proba
Pucking Around with Fate Cute
POV: GunnerComfortable in his semi-solitude for a few long minutes while Khyle's attention was taken by the poisonous wings and Kaien, and others around him were engaged in conversation, Gunner had time to sit back and enjoy his fourth drink. And think.Aside from removing Shane from the scene so he could spend, at some point, some quality time with Khyle, there was one really good thing about having the end seat, he decided.At some point Khyle was going to have to pee.Gunner debated making sure Khyle would have to climb over him to get out, just to spice up the party. Two long slurps later, and he'd resolved it. But the moment Khyle actually did turn and look at him, he caved in like a badly constructed cushion fort.Him. Gunner.And hell if Khyle didn't look at him with those bar-darkened eyes of his and tell him bluntly to move his ass so he could take a piss.The orangette had had a few drinks himself, and apparently he was trying to act the cocky one and throw his weight aroun
Pucking Around with Fate Lava Wings
POV: GunnerTheir food arrived and they all tucked in. Gunner ate a few bites, but left the rest to Kensei. Normally the food here was top notch, but it just seemed bland and uninteresting. He scoured the table, looking to see if there was something else that appealed to him that he could order. Then he noticed Shane leave his seat to accost more women, leaving Khyle to a huge pile of fried chicken wings in some kind of sauce. They looked like they were good if Khyle's fixed determination was anything to go by.He took the opportunity and slipped out of his seat.A moment later, he landed in the booth at the head of the table and waited until Khyle looked up, stalling mid chew with a little dab of sauce decorating each corner of his mouth.Gunner felt some of his tension dissolve. It was cute.He noted that the word arrived without irony. He had not reached for it as a joke or a deflection. It had just been the accurate word, plain and true, and he had let it be that for a full second
Pucking Around with Fate Called Worse
POV: GunnerFor twenty minutes, Gunner sat there looking like a vulture hatching an egg.His drinks had evaporated, leaving him with a warm glow on the inside. Though it hadn't cracked his hard exterior, he was well on his way to rectifying that. He had another double on the way. Food too. He wasn't that hungry, but he needed something more than jet fuel in his stomach, so he was splitting some chicken fingers with Kensei, who would eat the lion's share.He felt a little better now. Less raw and unsociable. But he was already becoming aware of a situation at a certain end of the table. It was nothing new, but tonight, and maybe he was being irrational on account of his mood here, Shane Harlow was riding his last good nerve. Even if he didn't know it yet.Gunner may have gotten here last, but the lightweight could only have been on his second or third drink and he was already slurring in Khyle's ear."Chi, do your eyebrows ever get sore from being like that all the time?"Khyle stopped
Pucking Around with Fate Launch Sequence
POV: GunnerIt was a good night on the ice, and the deep, almost cicada-like buzz of the large, busy bar on the third floor of the Reapers arena was a testament to that.The Reapers Bar and Grill was at capacity. Not unusual on game night, and a definite on a winning night. Both bars were lined hip to elbow with eligible hockey fans, some looking for a drink to discuss, sometimes heatedly, the merits of the game, the reffing, and the plays. Some were just looking to pick up another fan. And a few were planning their approach. Their end game, the hockey team. And in some cases, nearly any player would do.Whether you were a winner, or a watcher, either way, tonight, somebody was going to get lucky.The early birds of the Reaper's hockey team had grabbed a couple of long tables in a cozy corner close to the entrance, across from one of two long bars that entertained the large and well-filled establishment. There was plenty of room at the largest table for most of the guys, one side line
Pucking Around with Fate Canary
POV: Gunner and KenseiKensei had to use some strength to get him moving. It was like trying to rip a hungry dog off a fresh bone, but Kensei meant to get him moving in the opposite direction. Promptly. And as far away from the coach as possible.Kensei knew that body language. And Gunner was about to do something very stupid.The coach was still in earshot. If Gunner had continued, he'd more than likely mouth his way into a heap of fines, and worse, end up gone for a long time. Maybe even traded."Get off me," was growled. But it was half-hearted, and Gunner didn't actually pull away.Kensei's grip stayed tight and demanding. It needed to be."That's enough. Let's just cool it for a bit."The team captain's voice wasn't loud, but his command was firm as steel. Gunner wouldn't hear him otherwise. He moved them quickly, guiding the enforcer down the hall with a large arm now secured around his shoulders. He'd half expected Gunner to tear himself out of his hold, but he was too steamed
Pucking Around with Fate Anthem
POV: KhyleSantos Khyle couldn't believe his eyes or his ears as he stepped off the padded walkway and glided onto the ice at Seattle's Sokyoku Hill Arena.The place was sold out.Over nineteen thousand people had packed themselves into every available seat, standing room, and railing, all of them
Pucking Around with Fate Jager
POV: KhyleGunner Jäger moved through the locker room the way certain animals moved through their natural environment. Not fast, not slow, but with the complete physical confidence of something that had never once had to consider whether it belonged somewhere. He slipped through the cluster of jost
Pucking Around with Fate Four Months Ago
POV: KhyleThe anthem was almost over.Khyle could feel it in the way the crowd was shifting, that collective intake of breath that happened in the last few bars, nineteen thousand people unconsciously bracing themselves for the moment the music stopped and the game began. He'd felt it before, in s
Pucking Around with Fate Five Minute Major
POV: GunnerGunner Jäger stalked his way down the long corridor alone with heavy, choppy strides, the sharp blades of his skates cleaving deep, clean cuts into the padded rubber matting that lined the hallway floor.The few people he had passed moments ago had scampered toward the wall, giving the
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