Wine glasses filled with Wine and Sparkling Grape Juice went up into the air, then back to their mouths to drink. The man of the hour, eighteen year old Patrick Kane chugged the whole glass of wine down. He was underage, but it was a special occasion.
"I can't believe my son got drafted 1st overall in the NHL draft!" his father said, a smile across his face. "And I don't have to drive all the way to Arizona to see you play!"
"Yeah, Chicago got some good prospects last year and hopefully they get more tomorrow," Patrick added. His mom came up and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
"I am so proud of you," she whispered quietly to him. He smiled, then moved his head around to kiss her forehead. Then, his cousin James grabbed his shirt and pulled him away.
"I have such a great present for you," he told him as he pulled him to the corner of the locker room at Nationwide arena that they celebrated in.
A thin cloth was covering something; James grabbed it and revealed it to be a case of Bud Light. Patrick's eyes widened at the sight and a slight smirk appeared on his face.
"My parents wouldn't approve, no way," he told him.
"Dude, your dad bought it just for us," James told him to Patrick's surprise, "this is a special occasion; you just went first overall in the NHL draft at eighteen AND as an American! Who cares if we get drunk, there's no way we're just gonna forget this night," James then leaned forward and got a bottle, bringing it back close to Patrick, "come on, let loose, bro!"
Patrick stayed still and contemplated the situation, before smirking again and grabbing it from him. "Fuck yeah." He high fived James, then took the cap off the bottle and started drinking.
***
"Oh fuck," Patrick grunted as he stumbled down the Colombus streets on his way to his hotel.
He consumed a total of six bottles of beers; he was completely drunk. With his hands up against a brick building to support himself, he slowly put each foot in front of the other to safely return to his hotel.
"Oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuuuck," he let out again, entering the hotel.
As he stumbled in, his head bowed towards the ground as he watched his feet, giggling at how they moved. Before he knew it, he ran into someone.
"Woopsy daisy," he said, then laughed at his response. He then looked up at the person he bumped into, who had a smile on her face.
"That's cute," she said about his response.
"So are you," he told her.
"Awe, are you this smooth when you're sober?"
"I don't know, are you this pretty when you're sober?"
"Please, I'm even more pretty."
Patrick looked into her brown eyes, a smirk appearing. He began looking her up and down, admiring her curvy figure, long wavy brunette hair and her tan skin.
"Patrick, Patrick Kane," he introduced himself. "I'm gonna be in the NHL."
The girl laughed amusingly. "Im actually here for my sisters wedding to a hockey player," she told him, "maybe someday you two will play together."
"If we're lucky," he said. "Now, what about you, what's your name, beauty?"
"Kat, Kat Stevens, professional high school student."
Patrick frowned. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen, soon to be Eighteen in November."
Patrick's frown disappeared again; 17 was old enough for consent.
"Lovely, i'm eighteen going in nineteen in November," he told her.
"Cool," she said.
It was silent for a moment, but Patrick quickly broke it.
"In the mood to take this back to my hotel room?"
Kat crossed her arms; this guy was out of his mind, trying to convince her he was in the NHL as a way to pick her up, how desperate could he be? But then again, he was pretty sexy. He had beautiful blonde hair and a toned body, she wouldn't mind a hook-up. Besides, she was drunk anyway, not like she would remember him the next morning.
"Show me the way," she told him.
A smirk appeared on Patrick's face as he grabbed her hand and led her to the nearest elevator. Once they were in, they were the only two on it, so Patrick's hand found its way to her ass and he began squeezing it, a low moan escaping her lips.
"Don't worry, i'll make you louder once we get to the bedroom," he told her, removing his hand from her ass.
She looked over to him, biting her lip, then saw a bulge in his pants, causing her to smirk. "Someone's excited."
"You have no idea, babe."
Once the elevator doors opened, he grabbed her hand and the two went rushing back to his room. Once there, he pinned her down to the nearest bed, his hands exploring up and down her body, before removing her black panties.
"How'd you know my favorite color?" He smirked as he clutched them in one hand.
"Shut up."
Patrick threw them across the room, then focused on taking her dress off. Once he got her naked on his bed, the sight was beautiful: he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Fuck...fuck," he said while staring. He got off of her and quickly removed his shoes, pants, boxers and his jacket, tie and white tux shirt. With his cock completely hard and erect, he went over to the bedstand to grab a condom, only to be stopped by her.
"I'm on the pill, its nearly as effective as condoms, we're good."
He looked at her in complete lust and amazement. "Fucking hell, your amazing."
He got on top of her, and the two made the most of the night they wouldnt be able to forget: Patrick, because he was drafted by the NHL, and Kat, because that was the day her only sister got married, and the night her child was conceived.
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