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Five and a Half Beers and Just as Many Chalupas by Erisenyo
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
30 Nov 2025
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Hollander as an opponent has always been focused and precise and an absolute nightmare for a defenseman, the kind of player you dread facing.
Hollander as a teammate is…well, he’s still focused and precise, and intense about every drill and lift and film session to the point of being more than a little intimidating.
Hollander on five-and-a-half beers and just as many chalupas is something else entirely.
OR,
The Centaurs get to know Shane Hollander.
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cute silly n fun!!
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The kind of player you dread facing because he’s going to rip you apart and then turn around all oh gosh pucks in nets the boys stuck to the game plan polite about it to the media after, like it wasn’t all him anyway, like he didn’t even have to try to do it.
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And it’s not that Evan expected Hollander to match Roz’s boisterous energy—which has only grown with the brightness of his happiness, to the point it makes Evan a bit sad to think too much about, how different Roz is compared to the prior seasons. But Hollander is…serious. Quiet. Reserved to the point of being withdrawn, almost. He cracks smiles, sure, he listens to the guys’ chirps and jokes, he rolls his eyes at Roz. But the guy’s awkward in a way that says ‘everything I’m about to say or do is being filtered through the seventeen layers of media training I’ve had since I was fourteen’ and it’s…yeah.
The head of media loves him. Harris is in despair. Roz is besotted.
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“He’s nervous,” Roz explains when Evan finally finds a roundabout way to ask why Hollander is so fucking jumpy about sports drinks. “He wants to do well,” he adds with a fond, exasperated kind of affection.
Evan stares. “Sure, dude,” he agrees after a moment, baffled. The idea that Shane Hollander could do anything else…the guy could tie his skates together and still be better than half the league, and Evan’s not really sure what Gatorade has to do with it.
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Rozanov still seems charmed, of course, because that’s Roz’s new current state of being. He just reaches under or around Hollander’s hip whenever he wants a fry and uses him as an armrest when he doesn’t. And Shane Hollander, who just last week blushed so hard at something Roz said in Russian that he just got up and left the room—Hollander just swats behind himself without even looking, and doesn’t actually do a single thing to push Roz off himself, or stop his conversation.
Evan contemplates his fresh beer for a moment. Then he pushes it toward Hollander instead, fascinated.
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Shane Hollander on three beers actually accepts the invitation to play darts he’s been oh-so-politely declining all pre-season. And then promptly forgets to be polite—
“So we’re going to play Around the Clock, it’s pretty basic,” Holmberg explains. “We’ll shoot for order, and then—”
Hollander’s dart thunks into the bullseye. “I go first.”
—about the fact that he’s just been getting ready to fucking hustle everyone, apparently.
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Shane Hollander on four beers—or maybe Shane Hollander with a fresh victory in him—wants to eat.
Hollander makes a face at the menu before slapping it down and announcing, “We’re getting Taco Bell.”
And apparently doesn’t remember or care about the meal plan, all of a sudden. Okay.
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Roz gives them both a disgusted look. “Is not about healthy, is about good.”
Hollander rounds on him. “Are you saying chalupas aren’t good?”
Roz actually freezes halfway through draping his arm around Hollander’s shoulders. “No!” he protests, a noticeable beat delayed. “Did not—never said!”
“Oh shit,” Bood whispers as Roz turns fully toward his husband, free hand half-raised in placation. “Oh shit,” he laughs when Roz glances over to shoot them all a chiding look as he gets poked hard in the chest by Hollander.
“Oh, let’s go.” Hazy shares a sharp, thrilled grin with Bood before saying, louder, “Hollander, I think I’ve heard him say chalupas are the worst, actually.”
“Oh yeah,” Evan immediately agrees, realizing— “Like, multiple times.”
“First thing he said to me when I joined the team,” Troy plays along, making his face innocent as Roz spins toward them in outrage.
“No! Lies!” he says, his own eyes narrowing as he takes in their expressions.
“Payback, baby,” Bood grins, sprawling back in his chair.
“How many seasons of chirping has it been?” Chouinard agrees.
“And now the power is in our hands,” Holmberg says with relish as they all watch Roz’s attempts to soothe Hollander…
“—chalupa is fine—”
“Fine? Fine? I call Anya fine, and you get all—”
“You compare Anya to chalupa?”