Fired Up and Filthy (SFW Version)

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Dude, did you actually spend any time in the game today or did you spend it all on the fucking penalty box? Because really, we could have used your help out there. We were fucking annihilated.

No. No. Like, can you control yourself? I know you have a grudge against this particular team for some fucking reason, but leaving your teammates high and dry because you have some fucking issue?

Not cool. Like what did you even get? You got cross-checking? It was so.

Your fucking stick was all the way off the ground, both hands, and you fucking knocked the guy with it, cross-checking. Check the rulebook. I'm pretty sure you've been playing this game long enough to know how that fucking works.

Yeah? Well, I know the fucking high-sticking one was accurate because I watched you go after the guy's head with your fucking stick, so don't give me that. You're lucky you only got two minutes for that.

You should have been thrown out of the fucking game. Like, what is up your ass? I mean, I know you have a temper sometimes, but you were just being unnecessarily aggressive over stupid shit.

We were fine. I mean, we can beat that team with our fucking eyes closed and half the fucking roster on the ice most of the time. But here you come, fucking thinking you're all that.

Yeah, I'm pissed. We're coming up on fucking playoff season. We cannot afford stupid losses because you have an attitude problem.

Coach was pissed. And we're probably going to suffer for it in practice. Yeah, do you know how many extra fucking drills we're going to have to do because you have an attitude?

No. I don't really relish the thought of that. You're lucky you didn't get fucking thrown out for misconduct when you started swearing at the other team.

I heard you. Yeah. Yeah, at one point, coach was like, stay on him because he's doing stupid shit.

I heard him yelling at you too. Yeah, what'd he say? Yeah, told you to get your fucking shit together and knock it off.

And you didn't. I'm pretty sure you got a penalty after that. You're lucky he didn't pull your ass from the game and the next several for being stupid.

Ugh. Ugh. What the hell, dude? It was supposed to be an easy game today.

Not that that makes us try any less, but good God, we don't have to get on our own way. We handed that to them. We are a much better team than they are.

They're a fucking newer team. They're in a rebuilding year. This is just not shit that should be happening.

We have our fucking shit together. We've been playing together for, what, three years now? This specific team, this specific lineup? We function as a cohesive unit.

We don't fuck around. So do you want to tell me what that was about? Did somebody piss you off? Did you not get enough sleep last night? Are you blue balling it or something? What the hell is going on? Because we have another game in a couple of days, and if we see that again, you're going to get fucking booted.

I don't care how good you are. I'm not going to mind my own business. This is my business.

This team is my business. Did you really just say that? I am not nosy.

I'm not prying. I'm trying to figure out what the fuck you're doing. Why are you trying to throw away what we've been working the entire fucking season for? Because you had a burr up your ass? No.

And okay, like three of those penalties were against the same fucking player. What was that? Do you have a beef with that guy? Did he screw over your sister? Like what's going on? What? What do you mean, why do I care about that player? I don't? That's a stupid question.

I care that it looks like you're targeting a player on another team and you can get thrown out for that shit. That's misconduct. Among other things.

Well yeah, after the second time you fucking went after him, of course he was going to come back at you. Did you think he wasn't? Like use your head.

No, I don't give a shit about that guy. What? That's stupid.

What are you talking about? Um, okay, yeah, we played them two weeks ago. So what? Uh, yeah.

I think that was the guy I talked to after the game. Okay, is that the dipshit that asked me for coffee? I don't fucking remember.

I said no. Fuck, I don't know. Yeah, I said no.

What is, hold on, is that what this is about? Okay, dude, I deal with enough shit being like the only female player on this team. I don't need this crap too.

I'm not going to fucking date a player from another team, especially coming up on playoffs. That's a fucking focus breaker. Is that what you're worried about? That I'm going to lose focus so you were fucking taking it out on that guy instead of talking to me? That's ridiculous.

I'm embarrassed for you right now. I will not let anything shake my focus going into this playoff season. We have a shot at actually winning, and we haven't had that shot in a long time.

So I'm not going to fuck it up. And if you have a problem like that, come to me. Don't fucking start beating on random players from other teams just because they fucking talk to me.

How much of a loser are you right now? I'm not going to lose focus. Okay, if that's not what you're worried about, then what are you worried about? Okay, we established that that guy is the issue, because clearly.

And that I was talking to him. So if it's not because I'm unfocused, what's the problem? Oh, sorry, that was a horrible noise.

Did you just say you were jealous? Well, you can't make eye contact right now, so that's a good sign. Jealous of what? Do you have a thing for that guy? I mean, you do you, boo-boo, but what? Me.

Why are you jealous of some guy talking to me? That's ridiculous. Now? You want to do this now? I'm still pissed at you, first of all.

Second of all, did you not just hear the conversation about focus and going into playoffs? This is not what I need right now. This is not what you need right now, because clearly you can't deal with your shit and be a good player.

I'm not making light of this. I'm not. I hear what you're saying.

I'm just, I wasn't expecting it, and you basically humiliated yourself today on the ice because of it. And I don't know what to do with that, because that's kind of huge. I mean, you're just as into this as I am.

So I think a conversation would have been a better way to go. I'm just putting it out there. Yeah.

I don't know what I think right now, so I'm kind of, you know, stalling as I put that together. When we started playing together like three years ago, I had the biggest fucking crush on you. And you didn't know I existed.

I was just the stupid girl that you guys were forced to play with. Which y'all were assholes, by the way. And then I got to know everybody, and it just kind of went away, and I focused on what I was there for.

And now you're telling me that this is a thing? I mean, a little slow on the uptake, aren't you? I kind of put it away, but okay.

Dude, if you haven't noticed, you're kind of hot. Just putting it out there. And we like a lot of the same things.

We laugh at the same things. We spend an inordinate amount of time together outside of practice, just because we tend to not like a lot of people and tolerate a lot of people, but we seem to be able to tolerate each other. And that's kind of cool.

So what I'm saying is, okay, I get it, and you may not be alone in that, but I'm going to stop you right there. Please, please, please don't do this again. I was fucked.

I'd rather you just, you know, be a human being and tell me, than take it out on some poor loser from another team who had no idea what he did. And now you've given yourself a reputation. Next time we play them, he's not going to know what to do.

And coach is pissed. So you're going to have to deal with that at some point. Sorry.

It's on you. All right. All right.

That's the, that's the practical part done. Yeah, I get it. And I'm, I'm with you.

Yes, really, God, don't look at me like I just, I don't know, handed you a million dollar check or something. It's weird. It's not that big a deal.

It's not. It's not. And just for that, I'm fucking stealing your hoodie, by the way.

Yes, I am. You got one of the only fucking huge ones. I don't know why you need one that big, but anyway, I'm taking it because I wanted the great big one.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Well, I'm kind of surprised you haven't yet, so yeah, you can kiss me.

Now, see, isn't this nicer? I'm trying to beat the shit out of somebody on the ice. Sorry, I couldn't resist.

You smell good. Did you shower after? Stupid question, because if you hadn't, you wouldn't smell this good.

You'd smell like you just played a game of hockey. Yeah, I did too. I always shower after a game.

Gross. I'm serious about the hoodie, though. The great big ones are the warmest, and I don't know why they only ordered, like, three of them in that size.

Fuck. Well, they got me a fucking small one, because I'm not that big, in case you hadn't noticed, but I don't want a fucking small one. Why are we talking about this? Kiss me.

Look, I know we were going to go get some food, but if you can hold onto that for a minute, or a few, I think there's something else we should do instead. A little tight. You agree? Yeah.

Your hands feel nice on my back. God, I'm such a girl. Fuck.