A/N: I wrote this early when I was a little fucked up in my brain. Kaitlyn, I hope you like it. :D

"Kaitlyn, I'm really not into doing anything right now." Jay frowned as she continued flipping through his closet, looking for a hockey jersey to wear. They were supposed to go over to Chris's to have a hockey game against him and Adam, but he just wasn't in the mood. He'd just gotten home—couldn't he just relax?

"That's too bad, because we're going."

Jay groaned and rolled over on the bed to face her. "Can't you just go? Call Mack up and she can take my place."

"She's busy."

"With what?"

Kaitlyn shrugged. "I don't know. Weaving baskets."

"She is not."

"She didn't want to go." She tossed him a Maple Leafs jersey. "But you have no choice. So suit up and get ready to have your ass handed to you."

Jay pushed the clothing away, glaring at his girlfriend. "Why don't I have a choice?"

"Because Stone Cold said so."

"Kaitlyn, I'm really not in the mood to play," Jay grumbled, dragging his hockey stick behind him as he mounted the steps to Chris's house.

"I'm sorry, but I need a partner." Kaitlyn kissed his cheek. "I promise you something special when we go home."


"Well, if we win." Kaitlyn knocked on the open door, going in before Chris said anything. She could see him and Adam outside setting up the hockey nets, beers in their hands, so she grabbed Jay's and pulled him along.

"Finally!" Adam handed Kaitlyn a beer as soon as she stepped outside, giving her a half hug. "Did you guys get lost?"

"No, Jay was being a baby." Kaitlyn snapped open the top, grimacing at the label. "An import? Christ, you're a snob."

"Don't blame me—Chris picked them out."

"What'd I do?" Chris asked, looking up at them through the net. He picked up his own bottle and straightened.

"You bought the fucking imported beer." Kaitlyn punched his arm playfully. "How's it going, Jerijerk?"

"Pretty good. We're all set up. Who's playing who?"

"Canada vs. US." Adam slapped Chris's hand, frowning slightly at the pouting Jay leaning against the house. "Oh. Sorry, Jay."

Jay looked up distractedly. "Huh?"

"You're playing for the US."

"Oh." He shrugged. "Whatever."

"What's your deal?"

"I don't really want to play."

"Why?" Kaitlyn smiled. "Think you're gonna be horrible?"

"No. I just don't want to play."

"He's lying." Kaitlyn nudged Adam. "He can't play for shit."

Adam whistled. "I wouldn't say that..."

"I'd like to see him prove it."

"You can't do that!" Chris called a time, breathless and sweaty. "He can't do that!"

"Yes, he can!" Kaitlyn yelled, passing the puck to Jay. "Time in!"

"Hey, you can't—"

Jay's shot whizzed right past Chris's head, practically ripping through the ropes. That made the score twenty-five to four.

Adam threw his stick into the grass. "Why did you say you could play goalie!?"

"Because I can!" Chris put his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath. "Usually."

"I know blind people that can play goalie better than you!"

"Oh, well, I'm sorry I'm not Brodeur, Adam, but—"

"You're not even Danis!"

Kaitlyn smirked, giving Jay's jersey a tug so he'd stop laughing at them and turn to her. "Why did you not want to play again?"

Jay smiled. "I don't know. I didn't feel like it."

"Do you feel like it now?"

"Yeah." He raised his eyebrows suggestively, putting his arm around her. "So. What's my special gift tonight?"

"Hey, we didn't win yet." Kaitlyn winked. "But I'm sure it'll make you want to play hockey every time I ask you to."

A/N: I apologize to anyone who likes the Islanders. HA! No I don't. The Islanders blow. Review.