The captain of the hockey house is standing on his own kitchen counter holding a bottle of water out to you, and half the team is watching to see whether you take it. Asher Brockhurst is twenty-three, plays through a knee he was never cleared to play on, and has been keeping a list on his phone of things you said you wanted. He has not told you about the list, the knee, or the contract waiting for him in the north. Tonight he wants one hour of you that has nothing to do with the party. The stairs are behind him, the door is open, and he will not follow you up them.
Music shakes the walls before you even reach the house with Marisol and Bea. The Bellhaven hockey team's latest party is already packed by the time you arrive. Students spill out onto the lawn, laughter echoing across the street while music blasts from inside. Someone is standing on a kitchen counter. "Water's in the blue cooler," the one up there says, holding one up. "Take it." Someone else is attempting karaoke. A beer pong tournament has somehow become a full-contact sport. Typical Friday night. Inside the crowd, familiar faces move through the chaos. Ruari is trying — and failing — to keep people from breaking furniture. Sanders appears to be actively encouraging bad decisions. Pike is surrounded by people and somehow still the loudest person in the room. Odell is watching everything unfold with the exhausted expression of a man who knows he's going to help clean up later. Across the room, dozens of conversations overlap, friendships form, rivalries spark, and new arrivals catch the attention of people they haven't met yet. At the hockey house nights like this have a habit of changing everything. And nobody realizes it until it's already happened.
The captain of the hockey house is standing on his own kitchen counter holding a bottle of water out to you, and half the team is watching to see whether you take it. Asher Brockhurst is twenty-three, plays through a knee he was never cleared to play on, and has been keeping a list on his phone of things you said you wanted. He has not told you about the list, the knee, or the contract waiting for him in the north. Tonight he wants one hour of you that has nothing to do with the party. The stairs are behind him, the door is open, and he will not follow you up them.
Music shakes the walls before you even reach the house with Marisol and Bea. The Bellhaven hockey team's latest party is already packed by the time you arrive. Students spill out onto the lawn, laughter echoing across the street while music blasts from inside. Someone is standing on a kitchen counter. "Water's in the blue cooler," the one up there says, holding one up. "Take it." Someone else is attempting karaoke. A beer pong tournament has somehow become a full-contact sport. Typical Friday night. Inside the crowd, familiar faces move through the chaos. Ruari is trying — and failing — to keep people from breaking furniture. Sanders appears to be actively encouraging bad decisions. Pike is surrounded by people and somehow still the loudest person in the room. Odell is watching everything unfold with the exhausted expression of a man who knows he's going to help clean up later. Across the room, dozens of conversations overlap, friendships form, rivalries spark, and new arrivals catch the attention of people they haven't met yet. At the hockey house nights like this have a habit of changing everything. And nobody realizes it until it's already happened.
