9// lost

Following the Chicago Blackhawks home opener, a group of guys, including Derick Brassard and Patrick Kane, celebrated with post game drinks.

"Shit, hell of a fucking game, Jackson," Patrick Kane told the rookie sitting next to him.

"Thank you, sir," Jackson told him politely.

"Fuck...sir?" Patrick then turned to Derick, "am I really getting that old around here?"

"You aren't that 18 year old anymore, that's all I'll say," Derick chuckled.

A bartender brought a round of drinks to them, everyone but Jackson jumping at the opportunity.

"Can't, I'm still 18," he explained.

"Fuck, it was your first NHL game and you were fucking amazing," Andrew Shaw had told him, "just take one drink, no one will tell."

Jackson thought about it, then sighed. "Fine...peer pressure wins again."

"Fuck yeah!!!!"

As the night went on and the drinks kept coming, and the men went reminiscing.

"Man...rookie's first NHL game, and he was only drafted a few months ago..." Derick said about Jackson. "Hey, remember draft day?"

"Shit, no one had a better draft day than Mr. 1st Overall himself," Shaw said, pointing to Patrick, who put a smirk on his face.

"Yeah man...June 22nd In Columbus... Best day ever," Patrick said, catching Derick's attention.

"Whoa, June 22nd in Columbus? That's where Kristen and I got married!" Derick told him proudly.

"Shit, that's awesome!" Patrick said with a smile.

"Yeah, and Kat got pregnant that night, too," Derick said lowly; he still got upset thinking about the fact that she couldn't remember who she had slept with.

"Damn," Patrick commented. "Well, she wasn't the only one getting fucked that night."

"Really?" Derick asked.

Patrick took a big sip of his drink before continuing. "So get this: after the draft, my cousin got me drunk as fuck. I stumbled back to the hotel and found this smoking chick with a name that rhymed with mine. She was slightly younger than me, but was all over me because I was a hockey player and just got drafted. Damn...brown hair, brown eyes and a good body...such a good fuck. And she had this sexy trampstamp of a black star."

Derick paused and thought to himself: this story seemed way too familiar.

Patrick was drafted the same night as he and Kristen got married.
Patrick had sex the same night Kat did. Neither of them remembered who they slept with.
Kat has brown hair and brown eyes. Haley has blonde hair and blue eyes like Patrick.
Kat says the guy she slept with was a bit older since he was 18. Patrick was 18 and slept with someone a little bit younger.
Kat said the guy told her he was a hockey player just drafted. Patrick said the girl was all over him because he said he was a hockey player who just got drafted.
Both of them said they slept with someone with rhyming names. Kat and Pat.

That's when Derick realized it; the only thing missing was the black star tattoo.

"I have to go...see you guys at practice," Derick said, quickly taking off.

It was a fifteen minute drive home, but he made it close to five with his ferocious driving. After he got the car parked, he saw Kristen and Kar watching TV together; Haley was asleep upstairs.

"Katrina, show me your trampstamp," Derick said sternly, catching Kat off guard.

"Whoa, how drunk are you? She doesn't have a trampstamp," Kristen defended her sister. She then looked at her and saw her scared look, "shit, do you?"

Kat sighed, before standing up and turning around. She pulled her pants about an inch down and lifted up the hem of her shirt, revealing a black star tattoo: Derick couldn't believe.

"What the fuck, Kat," Kristen said blankly as she stared at it.

"I got it when I was 16, and this was the only place on my body where Mom and Dad wouldn't see it," Kat defended herself as she got her clothing back to normal, then turned around at Derick. "How'd you know I had one?" Derick sighed.

"Because...I found out who Haley's dad is tonight...fucking Patrick Kane."