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- >Celestia is silent.
- >You lift your drink slowly and finish it.
- >Tukka Rask watches his opponents celebrate victory.
- >The crowd's fury eventually comes back into earshot.
- >It's a swelling noise that sweeps over you as the shock wears off.
- >The princess rises from her seat and takes a deep breath.
- >”Son of a bitch!” she yells. “My fakkin' ass we just lawst that! Came all the fakkin' way out heah just ta lose ta fakkin' Mahntreal? Fahk!”
- “It's just like last time,” you observe. “I hate this shit. Fakkin' Habs comin' heah, fakkin' Subban...”
- >”I want a gawddamn drink, Anon. I need anothah fakkin' drink.”
- “Let's get the fahk outta heah. Bah's ah still open. We kin drown ah sahrows.”
- >Celestia hangs her head.
- >The crowd starts to move. You take Celestia's hand and lead her through while you weave around the mass of people.
- >You hear a chant coming up over the noise of people walking.
- >It's a murmur at first, but soon the words become clear.
- >”Fuck the Habs! Fuck the Habs!”
- >You look back at the princess and smile devilishly when she perks up.
- “Fahk...” you start.
- >”Thuh Habs!” she finishes enthusiastically.
- >The two of you walk out of TD Garden shouting with the crowd until you hit the streets and disperse.
- >By the time you get near the bar, you've fully transitioned to anger from denial.
- “Can't buhlieve we wen' out like that. That's fakkin bullshit. Shoulda had that series two games ago.”
- >”I know! Fakkin' ridiculous. Fakkin' Habs. I just want anothah Cup. Is that so much ta ask?”
- >A response comes unexpectedly from across the street.
- >”With the Brooins? Bit much t'ask, eh?”
- >Celestia stops cold. You turn your head slowly.
- 1/
- >Across the street stand two men in Canadiens jerseys.
- >”Buncha brawlers, those Brooins. No big surprise they lost t'us, guy.”
- “What'd you just say?”
- >”What, 're ya deaf now? Might get that checked oot.”
- >”His accent makes me angry,” Celestia comments.
- “Face is pissin' me awf.” You look back at the pair. “Hey, fahk you! Go back ta yuh fakkin' snowball fakkin' city!”
- >”We will once we're done celebratin' yer loss, bucko,” the one replies. They start towards you.
- >”Anon, we shouldn't.”
- >”Yer lady friend tellin' ya to calm doon?” one of the Canadians asks mockingly.
- >”You should listen to 'er. Bet she'll be cryin' enough tonite, eh?”
- “Yuh talkin' like that just ta piss me awf? Didn' think you people actually did that.”
- >”We sound better'n you, at least. Must be hell soundin' like you had some kinda stro-”
- >He's cut off when Celestia's fist hits his jaw. You jump back a little in surprise, but manage to duck his friend's swing and get him in the stomach.
- >”Hey there's a fight outside!” you hear someone yell from the bar.
- >About five more people rush outside and jump into the fray.
- >You take a fist to the cheek and stagger back into the princess.
- >”Y'okay, hun?”
- “Just fine.”
- >You pull one of the Canadians' jerseys over their head and start kneeing him.
- 2/
- >Your perception of time must still be messed up, because it seems like a second before the police show up.
- >As soon as the lights appear, the mob breaks up. People sprint in every direction. Celestia grabs your arm and yanks you into an alley as the cops start yelling.
- >”Hey! You! Stop!” one shouts after you. He gives chase.
- >The alley is a dead end. You whip around to see the officer advancing.
- >”On the ground, you two,” he says authoritatively.
- >”Anon, do you trust me?” Celestia whispers in your ear. You nod.
- “Course.”
- >”Ma'am, what are you doing?” The officer reaches out to grab you. In a surge of panic, you whip an arm out and catch him in the nose. He falls back just as you feel yourself enveloped in energy.
- >In less than a blink of an eye, you find yourself in Celestia's apartment, arm still extended.
- >Celestia starts laughing.
- >”You punched a cawp! Jesus!” she cackles.
- “Reflex.”
- >”Shuah.” she lays her hands on your shoulders and massages with her fingers.
- “Good fight, though.”
- >”You know I don't usually-”
- “You decked that guy!”
- >”He badmouthed ah town!”
- “What happened ta nawt condonin' violence?”
- >”I- it was the moment!”
- >You turn around and wrap your arms tightly around her.
- “I'm proud a yuh.” She blushes. “Now let's get drinkin! I wanna fuhget how much this sucks.”
- >Celestia disappears into the kitchen and returns with a bottle of tequila.
- >”Sounds good.”
- 3/
- >An hour later.
- >Celestia is sprawled out on the floor.
- >You're imitating some kind of slug on the couch.
- >”Why'd the B's hafta lose, Anon?” she mumbles.
- “Cuz Gawd hates us, Tia,” you mumble back.
- >You fumble for the now empty bottle, but end up flopping onto the floor, landing on Celestia's legs.
- >She curls up and grabs you as well as she can.
- >”I wawnned us ta celebrate...”
- >You perk up.
- “Why don' we celebrate summin' else?”
- >Her eyes go wide when you kiss her.
- “Been a while since we did it uh, like this.”
- >”Drunk?”
- “Nah, wit both of us as people.”
- >”You suggestin' summin?”
- >You let your hands wander freely.
- >”I thought we wuh celebratin' summin?”
- “We kin figyuh that out latah.”
- >You roll on top of her and tense up when her hands start wandering as well.
- >”I like that idea.”
- End.
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