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Monks was buzzing with excitement as the Centaurs celebrated another big win against Montreal. It was always enjoyable to beat the Voyagers , but ever since Shane joined the Centaurs a win against them felt even sweeter so they had to celebrate.
Troy honestly never really hated going out with his team in Toronto, it was easy to forget himself in a loud dark club. The team never invited spouses or partners out with them either so Troy had never really felt left out in that way. The pessimist in Troy always assumed it was so the guys could "let off steam" aka cheat on the partners freely. He knew that wasn't true for all the guys, hell he didn't cheat on Adrian, but their was a concerning amount of players that would leave the clubs with girls that weren't theirs.
Ottawa on the other hand was the opposite. Monks wasn't some dark club with a DJ it was a small locally owned sports bar.
Troy loved it.
He also loved the fact that the Centaurs didn't turn away the players partners at the door but rather encouraged them to come out and celebrate with the team. Tonight only Lisa and Harris had joined them but more often times than not many more would join the team. Hell even their coach and his wife would join them on occasion.
If the team did have a rule about partners not coming out with them it would be kind of hard to enforce, considering two of their players were married to one another
Troy was currently sitting in a booth across from said married couple and next to his boyfriend. He couldn't imagine showing up to a club with his old team and having Adrian lean on his arm, the thought was almost laughable. What a turn his life has made.
"What are you smirking bout," Harris questioned from next to him.
"Just happy to be here ," Troy said throwing an arm around his boyfriend who leaned in next to him.
"GUYSSSS COME HERE," LaPointe yelled dragging two chairs as well as Young, Holmber, and Luca over to where Troy and them were sitting.
"Shut up you three, we aren't the only ones in here," Bood laughed making his way over alongside Wyatt and his wife to see what the hell they were shouting about.
"K like I know you guys are all old as hell but can we do, like a drinking game or something," LaPointe said slurring his words.
"Who are are you calling old! We are all very youthful," Ilya answered with mock offense clutching his hand over his chest.
"Haven't you guys had enough to drink already?" Shane questioned with concern on his face.
"Nope!" replied the rookies minus Luca who looked slightly confused with what was happening. His english was getting pretty good but he still struggled with slang, which was unfortunately all the rookies spoke in when drunk.
Shane pushed closer to his husband making room for Luca to come sit in the booth beside him as the rest of the team came over to join. Harris moved closer to Troy intending to make room for Holmber who didn't notice and sat on top of Young's lap. Troy laughed when he noticed Young blush, gayest team in the league they said.
"Ok so what drinking game you losers wanna play," asked Dykstra as he took the place next to Harris instead.
"Uh like…" LaPointe trailed off, looking to the other rookies for help, Luca shrugged.
"Wait I'm like fuckin goated at flip cup," Holmber said.
"And what would we do, flip glass cups?" Troy questioned him, eyebrow raised.
"Wait how would we do that?" Holmber questioned not sensing Troys sarcasm.
"He's dust anyway, you can't play flip cup for shit," Young laughed looking at Holmber.
Holmber grabbed him in a choke hold as they jokingly fought with each other.
"Lets just do a classic something simple like never have I ever, take a shot if you've done it and don't if you haven't." Harris said laughing at the teens.
"Maybe we just take a drink instead of a shot, some of these boys have already drank quite a bit," Lisa said looking towards the three morons.
"Yes everyone listen to Lisa she is doctor in the room," Ilya said.
"Great so first round is on you Cap," Lisa said laughing.
Ilya sighed dramatically before agreeing and everyone got their drink of choice.
"So like who starts this?" Bood questioned clearly counting down the minuets before he could head out.
"Me obviously, I am captain and bought all your drinks," Ilya answered smirking.
"Never have I ever hit a parked car," Ilya said looking towards Chouinard, who recently clipped Ilyas car leaving the rink.
"One time Roz , one time," Chouinard said rolling his eyes and taking a drink, alongside Dillon, Young, and Luca.
"Hollzy you go next we can go in a circle," Dykstra said.
"Uh fuck I don't know," Shane said his brows furrowed. Ilya leaned in and whispered something in Shanes ear
"Oh fuck off, I am not saying that ," Shane said smacking his husband, judging by his reaction it was not something safe for work.
"Uhhh never have I ever been pulled over," Shane settled on, staring at Ilya who took a drink.
Boyle, Holmber, LaPointe, and Lisa Hayes took a drink.
"Ok those losers don't surprise me but Lisa?" Bood said surprised clearly getting more invested into the game now.
"I was much more wild in my teen years Bood," Lisa laughed.
"Alrighty Luca go for it," Harris said across the table.
"Um never have I ever lied about my age," Luca said.
"Low blow Haas, low blow," LaPointe replied taking a drink, alongside Holmber, Young, Troy and again Ilya.
"Jesus guys," Shane said shaking his head.
"Had to get in the bars with the boys somehow Hollzy," LaPointe shrugged giggling.
They played a couple more rounds asking increasingly more invasive questions as the group got to varying levels of drunk, the rookies minus Luca, Ilya, and Troy had drank the most. Everyone thought it was funny to target their captain, unfortunately for Troy, Ilya and him have lived very similar lives, minus the sleeping with women of course.
It finally occurred to Troy that he didn't have to drink, but oh well it was too late now.
The group seemed to be getting ready to call their ubers or spouses to come grab them. Or at least Troy was for sure, he was fucking tired leaning against Harris. Ilya was in a similar position across the table against Shane.
"Alright lets wrap this up guys," Bood laughed, "We still have practice tomorrow afternoon"
"Yes listen to Bood, he is in charge," Ilya said half asleep against Shane who grabbed his phone out to order an uber. "Harris you guys just wanna share one?" Shane questioned, they were going the same way so Harris agreed.
"Can we do one more round while we wait," LaPointe whined, clearly having drank enough.
Troy prayed whoever asked the question would target someone who hadn't drank half their body weight. Again seeming to ignore the fact he didn't have to drink.
"Wyatt you go," Lisa said to her husband, knowing he would think of something that the rookies wouldn't get to drink for.
"Never have I ever slept with a professional hockey player," Wyatt laughed looking towards his wife Lisa smirking, and than back to the table Troy was sitting at.
"Was very targeted Hazy," Ilya slurred taking a drink, alongside Shane who had surprisingly avoided all of the previous rounds.
"Ten out of ten recommend if you get the chance," Harris laughed leaning into Troy who huffed out a laugh and planted a kiss of the top of Harris's head before taking a drink of his own.
Shit.
He was not supposed to do that.
No one noticed. Probably.
"Waitt a minute Barrett why'd ya take a drink," Young slurred with his eyes narrowed, "Harris don't play hockey."
Well shit. Of course one of the rookies had to notice, those morons never let anything go.
So now everyone and their fucking mothers had turned to stare at Troy who could only let out an awkward laugh.
Well this sobered him up.
"Harris probably wasn't the first guy he slept with you idiot, he grew up playing hockey maybe it was an old teammate," Holmber said to Young whom he was still currently draped over.
"Nooo papa Hazy said professional hockey player, so it has to be someone in the league," Young argued back. The rookies had all taken to calling Wyatt variations of dad and followed him around like a bunch of baby ducks. Troy woulda laughed at the endearing nickname was he not about to get his shit rocked by a 6' 3'' Russian in the parking lot.
Because of every hockey player Troy Barrett could've slept with he just had to hook up with Shane mother fucking Hollander.
Harris turned his head to look at his boyfriend smirking, "Well now gotta know, who was it?"
"Wait no I wanna guess," Dykstra said, "Was it Ryan Price? You guys played together for a bit."
"No." Troy replied covering his face with his hands. Fuck he could not look at Shane right now.
"Was Scott Hunter wasn't it," Ilya said suggestively.
"Holy shit was it Dallas Kent," questioned Boyle.
"Ew fuck no what the hell dude," Troy said looking over at him.
"Guys just leave him alone, it's none of our business," Shane tried helpfully.
"Come on aren't you curious?" LaPointe said looking at Shane who was trying far to hard to act normal right now.
"It could be a player that's not out, right, Troy?" Shane said emphasizing the work right as he looked at Troy.
"Uh- ye-yeah he's not out so you know not my place or whatever." Troy said to the team hoping everyone was drunk enough not to bring this matter any further.
Everyone seemed to take this as a good enough answer and began to get up and filter out of the bar as their cars got here. The older guys made sure the rookies got in their ubers safe before making it to their own.
Ilya and Shane followed Troy and Harris to their uber.
Great he forgot he had to share an ride with them.
Troy volunteered to get in the front seat so he didn't have to sit in the back with Shane and Ilya. Normally Harris would go in the front as he could make conversation with a rock so he gave Troy a look but went in the back seat anyway without question.
Unfortunately the uber was a 30 minute drive to Shane and Ilyas, and another 15 to get back to Troy and Harris's place. Hopefully they would just sit in silence.
Unfortunately he was in a car with Ilya Rozanov.
"Sooo Troy, wanna tell us the truth now?" Ilya asked in a singsong voice.
"oh my god," Troy muttered under his breath.
"Wait can you tell us when it was at least?" Harris asked clearly curious as well. These two were not going to drop it.
"You too!? Jesus if I tell you what year will you guys leave me alone?" Troy tried
"Maybe.." Ilya and Harris said at the same time.
Troy sighed.
"Fuck fine it was like 2013 or 2014"
Wow you were in rookie season then let me think who it could be, are you sure it was not Scott Hunter?" Ilya asked laughing.
"Ilya just let it go ok? Its none of your business," Shane finally said.
"I'm just curious, Troy didn't have to drink if he didn't want to make it a whole thing," Ilya said defensively.
"Alright guys lets just leave it ok," Harris tried awkwardly laughing and sensing the tension in the backseat. Troy was glad he sat in the front.
"Thank you Harris," Shane said annoyed while staring at his husband, "just drop-"
"Now I am more curious as to why are you getting defensive over this?" Ilya said cutting him off, "is almost like- wait," Ilya paused.
"Holy shit," Harris said looking from Shane to the front seat at his boyfriend and back again.
Fuck.
They sat in an awkward silence, Troy was just about ready to open the car door and jump out into a ditch when Ilya spoke.
"And you didn't record it?" he said with mock offense.
"Ilya!?" Shane squawked his face turning red.
"I'd watch," Harris added.
"Harris!?" Troy said turning to face the back seat.
The two men high fived.
Shane had his face buried in his hands and Ilya had wrapped his arms around him laughing alongside Harris.
"I cannot believe you never told me this, this is wonderful," Ilya said laughing as it was the funniest thing in the world that his best friend and husband had slept together.
"If you ever want to come over for some team bonding let me know, Harris you are more than welcome to join," Ilya said fake suggestively as Shane smacked him.
"Oh my god dude please drop it," Troy said mortified from the front seat.
"Why are you so mortified babe, neither one of you were in a committed relationship" Harris said trying to be helpful, "unless the sex was that bad," he added laughing.
"Well if it was bad I know it wasn't Shane," Ilya answered still laughing.
"Well it definitely wasn't Troy," Harris said back.
"Holy shit, yes the sex was good, great even," Shane started, "but it wasn't you." Shane said now looking up towards his husband who's face had curved into a small smile.
"Awwwwww," Harris said looking at the two men.
"Ok yes adorable, can drop this now please," Troy said sighing.
"And don't you dare tell anyone on the team," Shane stated looking at Ilya.
"I second that," Troy added.
"Yes, yes fine whatever," Ilya said still blushing from what Shane had said, someone was getting lucky tonight.
Although Troy was pretty sure the two of them got lucky every night.
And morning.
And sometimes the afternoon.
The four men continued chatting about whatever else came up switching the subject to hockey, and their next road trip.
When the driver finally pulled up to Shane and Ilyas the two thanked the him and got up to leave. Troy also got out so he could make his way to the back seat and sit with his boyfriend.
"Wait, wait, wait," Ilya said stopping Shane before getting out of the car, "I have very important question"
"I don't believe you come on, bye guys," Shane said grabbing his husband and pulling him out of the car as he waved to Harris and Troy, who was getting into the back seat.
"No is very important," Ilya said getting oddly serious stopping Shane.
"What?" Troy and Shane questioned at the same time.
"Who topped?"
"Goodnight Ilya," Troy shut the door and watched Shane drag him inside, as the Russian laughed his ass off.
The driver pulled out of the driveway and Troy looked over to Harris.
"Well?" Harris asked.
"Well what?"
"Who topped?"
"I hate you," Troy said laughing while leaning his head against Harris's shoulder.
"Love you too," Harris said smirking and planting a kiss on Troys head.
Troy prayed this uber driver didn't have Twitter, he would remember to tip him well.