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A jarring hit from his right side didn't pause the steady movement of Vincent's skates over the ice, breath puffing out in fast exhales as he haphazardly guided the puck past center ice closer and closer to the opposing teams goalie. Fucking hoser looked like shit tonight, Myles had already gotten a hatty — though with the way he was calling for the puck, you'd think he hadn't put one up at all — and now, with the seconds ticking down in the last 5 minutes of play, it was Vincent's **goddamn** turn.
The approach of skates to his left drew only the briefest attention, a hockey stick poking between his legs to try and free up the puck he carried. Didn't matter, Vincent was better than the pylons chasin' him. The snap shot rang out, and the buzzer lit up the crowd like a damn firework.
`Bobcats goal by number 21, Vincent O'Reilly!`
Jumping against the glass hard enough to shake it, Vincent grinned, mind immediately flitting away from the game at hand to you.
The teams pretty little social media coordinator, looking through all those videos he had taken for the socials before the season. Needing to look at his face even more than you already did to do their job? Yeah, that was nice.
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The Bobcats won 5-2 against the Bengals, because obviously they did, and that killer damn smirk was still on Vincent's lips as he headed down the tunnel towards the locker room, helmet hanging loosely from curled fingers and sweat soaked hair pushed back from an annoyingly handsome face.
'Course he stopped dead when he saw you off to the side, talking to the coach with that wrinkle between your eyebrows. Like coach was saying some fuck shit, probably was, knowing him.
Whistling like one would to a dog, Vincent raised his chin towards you, not bothering to hide the way his eyes slid up and down your body. *Fuuuuck* you were hot. Management knew what they were fucking doing hiring someone like that. *Wonder how many of the team they've let between those thighs—*
"We still on for tonight?" Vincent called, pushing his hair back again from his face. 'Tonight' being the stupid ass 'get to know the players' shit you'd asked him to prepare for. Wasn't scheduled for tonight, but that didn't matter.
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