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Lime
A beautiful Caribbean expression for the term hang-out.
Action: Liming
“Yeah, me and the boys our here liming.”
“Come Le Lime.” Zane Boodram says to Shane Hollander, Carter Vaughn, J.J. Boiziau, Svetlana Vetrova and Marcus Lewis.
Ottawa, Ontario
Boodrams’ Residence
I go bring my friends
And you could bring your friends
And we friends will all lime together
Just decide who house we liming in..
This place have real vibe.
Backyard Jam – Farmer Nappy
The sounds of Soca music echoed through the backyard of Zane Boodram’s suburban home. Zane was currently on the grill, finishing up barbequing the last of the pig tail to add to the extensive menu for the evening. Cassie – his wife – was finalizing the drinks in the kitchen, making sure that there was enough rum in the sorrel and a non-alcoholic batch for the non-drinkers and their son, Milo. As the hosts finalized the final steps for their party, the room slowly filled in with members of the Centaurs and their WAGS. Notably, there were three persons who weren’t monthly regulars at the Boodrams’ home walking through the doors, bringing in extra bottles of wine and other beverages, and a large container with accra – or saltfish fritters. The Centaurs had a couple set of off days after playing against the Admirals, which meant Carter and J.J. were in town. Svetlana, realizing that everyone was going to be in area, dragged her ‘child’ Marcus Lewis across the border with her for a much-needed hangout amongst the group. Even if it wasn’t just the six of them, it was still extremely important that they had the opportunity to hang out.
“We don’t lime often.” Zane reminds them in one of their long group phone calls. “We need to put an end to that.”
So now, the six of them found themselves mixing and mingling with other hockey players, WAGS and people from the neighborhood, stuffing their faces with the extensive menu of food that Zane prepared. J.J.’s plate was truly a reflection of the menu, as the paper plate strained to hold the accra (that he brought from a Haitian restaurant he found in the city), BBQ pigtail, three different types of chow (mostly mango chow on it), bakes, bake and shark, a little bit of channa, some phlolourie, a ridiculous heaping of pelau and some doubles that he put on Carter’s plate because there wasn’t enough space on his.
“Bredda, leave some food for some of us.” Zane chuckled as he clapped his hand against J.J.’s back. J.J. shook his head as he popped another phlolourie into his mouth. After he finished chewed, he turned around fully, bringing Zane into an overzealous half-hug.
“Never Bood. Your food is too good. When this hockey shit is over, call me. We need to open a restaurant together.” J.J. mentioned before taking another bite of his food.
“We?” Shane chuckled as he walked up to them with his own plate in his hand. “It’s like you’re trying to be a big restauranter J.J., leave something for others.”
“I know Mr. Real Estate isn’t the one talking.” J.J. added with his mouth half full. Shane scrunched his face at the scene before laughing at bit.
“Firstly, gross. Secondly, investing is important.” He shrugged, before he took his fork and started to eat his chow.
“Exactly, and I’m investing!” J.J. shouted.
“In this ass, yes.” Carter giggled as he walked up and place a quick kiss on J.J.’s cheek. J.J.’s face flushed as the men around him chirped back and forth about each other and the happenings. Soon, Svetlana and Marcus joined their small circle, prompting the most nonsense argument that was known to man.
“I think it’s important to always start walking on your left foot.” Zane shrugged as he drained the beer he had in his hand. J.J. and Shane squinted their eyes at him as if he was the weirdest person a live.
“Does it really matter?” Shane exclaimed. “You’re just walking.”
“Yes, but when you start with your left foot, you’re establishing a firm foundation. It’s important. It stabilizes you!” Zane argued back.
“I don’t know, Bood might have a point.” Marcus chimed in before scooping a heap of pelau into his mouth.
“You agreeing, just made me want to disagree with him more.” Carter added. Marcus let out a gasp, as he dramatically placed his hand across his chest.
“Rude! I believe you should think very highly about my opinions”
“Lewy, the other day, you told us that you think it’s important to wear dirty socks the practice before game day.” Shane pointed before taking another bite of his mango chow. Svetlana scrunched her face up at the thought, before hitting Marcus in his shoulder.
“Stop doing that. That’s disgusting.”
“It’s an important superstition. All of them have weird shit they do all the time. Shit, we are here because Bood refuses to start walking with his right foot!” Marcus complained, throwing the scrutiny back on Zane. Zane sucked his teeth loudly, before he leaned on Cassie who just walked up to the group.
“Oh, but Zane is right.” She said as she handed her husband and Carter more beers.
“Oh my gosh, not you too Cassie. I thought you were the normal one in this marriage.” Shane complained. Cassie giggled as she then wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist.
“To be fair, my father used to be in the defense force back in St. Lucia, so it’s a very military approach.” She shrugged. In Zane’s dramatic fashion, he removed his arms from around Cassie and went into the formation of a salute.
“Company! Mark time!” he yelled as he started marching in place, knees high to his chest. “Leff. Right. Leff. Right. Leff. Right.”
“I think we gotta cut him off early tonight.” Carter mumbled to a laughing J.J.
Ah wa big people party
Ah liquor up inside me
Ah want tuh jump whole day (whole night)
Ah want tuh whine up whole day (whole night)
Big People Party – Farmer Nappy
As the sun set, and the children and their caretakers were shuffled inside, the backyard slowly transformed into a big dancefloor, as the music pulsed through. The various string lights mingled with the orange hues of the Ottawa sunset, the cool air cooling the sweat that clung on to their skins as bodies continued to move, laughter continued to echo and drinks continued to pour. The singles were singing along, dancing and the various couples found themselves arms around each other -moving towards the rhythm. Cassie had switched the playlist to her lovers one, filled with songs she believed was a testament to hers and Zane’s relationship. If Zane was given the opportunity to describe the scene in front of him, he would mumble how this was a real big people party – focused on themselves having fun – and nothing else. Zane turned Cassie around to her back could be against his front and pulled her pulled closer to him as they sang the words of Kes’ Cocoa Tea – whining their waists to the beat of the song. It was moments like this that felt extremely intimate to both. Times where they were able to let their bodies go loose, enjoying each other’s presence and the emotions that were derived from such moments.
Their little bubble was interrupted when the next song came on, and J.J. decided it was him to serenade Carter. Taurus Riley’s Gimme Likkle One Drop became to the soundtrack to one of the most hilarious but genuine performance of the night. He continued to dance with Cassie but looked around to see Ilya’s arms wrapped around Shane – the pair watching each other with amused looks as they swayed to the music. Svetlana was Haas and LaPointe how to catch the beat, while Marcus found a way to lead Star Okafor to the center with the rest of the couples. He chuckled to himself before snuggling his face into Cassie’s neck. He is exactly where he wanted to be.
Manhattan, New York City.
Carter Vaughn & J.J. Boiziau’s Penthouse
Tikitak, tikitak (yélokétak)
Tikitaktaktak (yélokétak)
Kouloutak, kouloutak (yélokétak)
Kouloutakttaktak (yélokétak)
Disk La Réyé – Jean Marc Fernandid
No one love to throw a party more than Jean-Jacques Boiziau. He felt like he was put on this earth to host events, throw parties and just make sure people were having a good time. Because of such unwavering feeling to be the perfect host wherever he goes, he was now throwing a party in a small intimate club in Manhattan, filled with his closest hockey friends, and new Haitian and queer community he met since living in New York. The summer was up and swinging and he just wanted an excuse to get all his favorite people into one spot. The party was slated for 11pm, and a DJ list that was certain to have all of them dancing until all they did was sweat. He also made sure that the place wasn’t going to be too pack, and the base in the systems speaker weren’t too loud. He wanted his best friend Shane to be there and was more than happy to make the proper accommodations to ensure that he wasn’t uncomfortable.
That also meant Shane, Ilya, Zane, and Svetlana were currently doing pre-game shots at his and Carter’s penthouse that resulted into four mini games and a very chaotic TikTok. He invited Marcus, but the young man was out on his own NYC pregame adventure and promised that he would meet them at the party. Once they were finally out and, in the club, J.J. dragged them into his designated booth, right on the edge of the dancefloor. The dark lighting, and low setting smoke machines set the mood of the party for the night. The drinks immediately started pouring as the DJ continued to spin tracks that had the entire crowd moving their waists side to side. As he made his rounds, he greeted the different people happy that they were having a good time, enjoying the drinks and the small food that was available to them. When the DJ finally switched to the much-requested kompa, he dragged Carter onto the dance floor with him. At that point, he didn’t care what else was happening with anyone else. He slotted their legs between each other, and they rolled their hips to the tempo of the various songs that blasted to the speakers. When the ending of 4 Kampé started to play, he started to whine lower with Carter until they were close to ground, and whine back up. The couple laughed as they heard cheers and whistles from their friends that joined them on the dancefloor throughout the night. Standing back up straight, J.J. found a way to bring Carter closer to him, before whispering in his ear.
“Mwen pa ka tann pou fè lanmou ak ou tout nuit.” I can’t wait to make love to you all night.
To the window (To the window)
To the wall (To the wall)
'Til sweat drop down my balls (My balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl (Crawl)
Get Low – Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz ft Ying Yang Twinz
Vaughny Marry Me @admiralsmylove
I love hockey off-season because why did Carter post a tiktok of him and the crew™️ doing a tiktok to get low from lil jon ????????????
[transcript of tiktok:
3-6-9, damn, she fine; I'm hopin' she can sock it to me one more time
Video starts with Carter lip synching the first verse of the chorus. The shot is close to his face, showing the Balenciaga shades and set of diamond grills that cover the bottom row of his teeth.
And roll, get low (Get low); Get low (Get low), get low (Get low, yay, yay)
J.J., Ilya and Zane pops into the frame and starts going low to the ground to the beat of the song.
To the window (To the window)
Shane is against the big windows that shows the view of Manhattan, with his arms wide open and shifting his body side to side.
To the wall (To the wall)
Zane is against the wall, doing the same action Shane was doing.
'Til sweat drop down my balls (My balls)
J.J. is now in front of the camera, doing an action of wiping sweat from his forehead, down his torso and stopping at his crotch.
'Til all these bitches crawl (Crawl)
The camera shifts to Svetlana standing with a smug look, as Ilya, J.J., Zane and Shane all crawl in front of her to the beat.
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker); 'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (A-goddamn)
Zane and Carter are now face profile to the camera, lip synching to the lyrics.
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (Motherfucker);'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (A-goddamn)
J.J. and Ilya are doing the same previous action as Zane and Carter.
Let me see you get low, girl (You scared, you scared); Drop that ass to the floor, girl (You scared, you scared);Let me see you get low, girl (You scared, you scared); Drop that ass to the floor, girl (You scared, you scared)
Carter and J.J. are squatted close to the ground as they lip synch the first set of lyrics; the camera then goes wide to include Svetlana who was dropping it to the ground next to them. The clip is repeated to fit with the repetition nature of the song.
Twerk that ass, ayy, shake it fast, ayy; Pop that ass to the left and the right, ayy; Twerk that ass, ayy, shake it fast, ayy; Pop that ass to the left and the right, ayy
Svetlana twerking.
Now, back, back, back it up, ayy; Back, back, back it up, ayy
Zane, Carter and Ilya moving backwards to the beat, while moving their heads side to side.
Back, back, back it up, ayy; Back, back, back it up
Svetlana, J.J. and Shane doing the same action as the ones before.
Now, stop (Oh) then wiggle with it (Yeah)
J.J. and Ilya dramatically stops, turn around, and wiggle their butts.
Now, stop (Oh) then wiggle with it (Yeah)
Svetlana and Carter dramatically stop, turn around, and wiggle their butts.
Now, stop (Oh) then wiggle with it (Yeah)
Shane and Zane dramatically stop, turn around, and wiggle their butts.
Now, stop (Oh) then wiggle with it, wiggle with it (Yeah)
All six of them dramatically stop, turn around, and wiggle their butts.]
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shane hollander’s left thigh @igocrazyforholly
Holy shit look at hockey butts
[screenshot of the end of the video]
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Ashlee @ashleebarker
I love these hockey boys (and Svetlana).
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Marcus Lewis ✔️ @lewis4marcus
Y’ALL MADE A TIKTOK WITHOUT ME????? FAKEEEEEE 🗣️ @shanehollanderhockeyplayer @ilyarozanov81 @vaughny @lana @jjboiziau @trini2bone
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Shane Hollander ✔️ @shanehollanderhockeyplayer
You’re the one who went to hang out with your other friends so….
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Marcus Lewis✔️ @lewis4marcus
I can’t have other friends???
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Shane Hollander✔️ @shanehollanderhockeyplayer
No.
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Svetlana @lana
No.
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Carter Vaughn✔️ @vaughny
No.
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J.J. Boiziau✔️ @jjboiziau
Non.
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Zane Boodram✔️ @trini2debone
No.
2 hours out of Ottawa, Ontario
Hollander-Rozanov’s Cottage
I’ve been lit since brunch, thot shit
Order ‘42 for the table, let’s pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle, I’ma top shit
Pussy-ass niggas hatin’ on me from the closet, ah
Thot Shit – Megan Thee Stallion
Shane sank into Ilya’s arms with a smile across his face as J.J. was currently telling them a story about what happened during a game during the season. It’s been a day since they wrapped up the hockey camp and decided they wanted to spend a day at the cottage with their friends before enjoying their final days of the summer. This meant that J.J., Carter, Zane, Cassie, Marcus and Svetlana, all found themselves at the Hollander-Rozanov Cottage in the outskirts of Ottawa, bonding over the fire and now in the living room once the weather outside started to get too chilly. It was good. Shane felt at peace, despite the chaos five hockey players in one spot could bring. But they were able to share a meal, some drinks, and each other’s company. Now they were currently engaging in one of Shane’s favorite vices – gossiping.
“And can y’all believe this, after Rogers did all of that on ice, trying to check me and my man because we were apparently ‘immoral’, his wife filed for divorce.” J.J. cackled as he shook his head. Shane heard a series of gasps and laughter from the group as he leaned his head on Ilya’s head. The ones who always had the most to say on the ice, were always the one who were getting divorced.
“Did they say why?” Svetlana asked as she took a sip of her red wine.
“The streets are saying that he had two mistresses and those mistresses had children for him.” Carter pipped up to say. Shane dropped his mouth open as the others reacted with another round of gasps. A mistress, sure, but two and outside children? Yikes.
“His contract is not that good to be going through a divorce, two side chicks and multiple children. He will be filling for bankruptcy in a year.” Cassie said as she shook her head. She was currently running her hands through Zane’s curls, who was currently laying on her lap.
“Well…” J.J. dragged out as he snickered a bit. “He just filed for it last week.” The room erupted into a loud laughter at the new information. Wow, it’s really a tough time for him. Shane would wish him the best, but there was no best to give him. He just had to shrug.
“I found the court documents.” Marcus pipped up as he was nose deep in his phone. “Oh shit, the wife is filing because of infidelity, fraud?”
“Fraud??” Carter exclaimed. “Oh, this is crazy.”
“Yes, fraud, and emotional distress. Yeah, that sounds distressing as hell.” Marcus shook his head.
“Shit, he face distressing like fuck. I would sue just off da.” Zane added. The room snickered at his comment, because Zane was not wrong. That man was also ugly as hell.
“Wait, is his wife the one with the holistic business?” Ilya asked. Shane looked up at his husband with a raised eyebrow, confused as what he knew about the situation. Carter nodded his head in confirmation, which prompted Ilya to chuckle as he unlocked his phone.
“Ah yes, so Stephanov, the Russian on their team? Yeah, he is fucking her.” The room erupted at the new information, questioning how the hell that happened, how did Ilya know that information, did Stephanov and Rogers ever had a confrontation about it. Ilya stated that Stephanov was bragging about it in the (ally) Slavic group chat that he is in, and how they were giving flack for being with a complete wacko. However, the group’s disbelief was suspended when everyone’s phone started to ping with messages from their various chats.
TMZ: Boston’s Bear Marcus Lewis is seen getting cozy with Ottawa Centaur’s Anong ‘Star’ Okafor in downtown café.
“Ha! Lewy you got papped after telling us all camp nothing is happening?” Zane exclaimed as he sat up from Cassie’s lap.
“It’s nothing. We are cool. Damn, I can’t have friends these days?” Marcus defended himself. Shane laughed as the room got loud, all interrogating Marcus, and Ilya asking what’s his real intention with his ‘son’. Shane chipped in here and there, adding fuel to fire before Marcus somewhat admitted that he found Star to be hot. That started another series of dialogue on who Marcus did not find hot, since he always calling people hot.
“Okay, but, no offense Shane and J.J., because that’s your boy, but Pike not that cute.” Shane felt his lips tug as Ilya barked out a laugh that he certain was heard miles away.
Shine a light through an open door
Love and life, I will divide
Turn away 'cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind
We Found Love – Rihanna ft Calvin Harris
Throughout the night, the group slowly fell asleep. They were sprawled out across the various couches and on the floor of the living room, tangled amongst each other. Shane found himself waking up slowly, body still attuned to the camp the schedule. Finding a clock, the time read around 5:23 am. There was a soft light emitting through the glass windows, as the sun already broke through the darkness of the night. He slowly peeled himself off Ilya’s body, carefully getting up not to wake up his husband nor his friends. After one big stretch, he padded into the kitchen, starting the coffee pot for everyone. As he was lost in the thoughts, enjoying the soft sounds of nature around him, the group slowly woke up to the smell of the coffee brewing. He placed out eight mugs, the creamer and sugars, hoping that everyone would make their coffees to their liking.
Feeling the large pair of arms around him, he hummed into the familiar feeling of his husband kissing his favorite spot between his neck.
“Morning, moya lyubov.”
“Morning, baby.”
The rest of the group came in one by one, taking their coffees and then headed down to the lake with blankets. As the last person grabbed their coffee, Shane took Ilya’s free hand with his and carried him outside with the group. As they walked down to the pier, Shane watched the group of people with a big smile across his. They were all engaged in soft conversations, laughing, cuddling and enjoying each other presence. Shane felt a little overwhelmed at the sight, especially knowing that he was currently holding the love of his life’s hand.
Shane knew that hockey was going to bring him a lot of things in life. What Shane did not expect hockey to do was to bring him immense love. Love so strong that he felt that he was able to conquer the world. Love that was so strong, that he knew that he always would have people that he could lean on. Go to for support, for comfort, for joy. It felt hopeless. Shane believed that this life was meant for hockey, being the face of hockey and nothing more. The scene in front of him proved him wrong. Life meant so much more.
“Come on, let’s join them.”
Seaport, Boston
Svetlana Vetrova’s Apartment
За мгновение облететь планеты нипочём
То барабанит дождь — тоска да печаль
Но ты светом добра озарила свободу
В танце двигали бёдра
М-м, ты — моя румба, ты — моя самба
I Got Love - Miyagi & Эндшпиль ft Рем Дигга
“I thought games were banned if we were playing with Hollander and Rozanov?” Marcus asked as he toed his shoes off at the front door. Svetlana sighed as she walked Marucs towards the living room where Shane, Zane, Carter and J.J. were sitting. He currently had a pack of cards of humanity in his hands that he was strictly instructed to bring.
“We are somewhat in a safe zone tonight. Rozanov is doing a promo shoot in Toronto this week.” Zane answered Marcus worries. “But trust me, Hollzy will be super competitive and doing it with unconventional games should be hilarious as hell.” Svetlana laughed to herself as she went to pull out the beers from the kitchen. They were currently enjoying the few days you get after the all-star game, finding an odd day to pop into Boston since they claim they don’t see her enough. Sure, they would hang out when either team was in town to play against the Bears, but it still wasn’t the same when everyone was together.
It felt like the early days when they tried to hang out, just finding quiet times to find each other and enjoy each other’s company.
“I hope Hollander understands no need to be super competitive.” Svetlana repeated as she handed out their beers. When she returned with hers, she plopped down on the couch between Shane and Zane, as Marcus gingerly explained the rules of Cards of Humanity to Shane.
“Okay, so some of the jokes might be weird?” Shane clarified. Marcus nodded his head as he delt out the white cards.
“The main goal is to see which really appeases to your own sense of humor. Person with the most black cards at the end is the winner.” Marcus added. Shane nodded his head, as if he was about to play a game of hockey. Svetlana laughed to herself as she took a sip of her beer, this was going to be a very entertaining night.
Things were going moderately well, until Zane decided that J.J.’s answer was better than Shane’s in a prompt that Shane was positive he head. He was currently winning, but J.J. was inching on him, and this was making the race too close.
Prompt: ‘I’m going on a cleanse this week, nothing but kale juice and__________’
Carter: the illusion of choice in a late-stage capitalist society.
Marcus: silence
Svetlana: mansplaining
Shane: half-assed foreplay
J.J.: the only gay person in a hundred miles
“You’re trying to argue with me that everyone’s answers are better than mine Boodram? Impossible!” Shane argued as he picked the prompt call from his hands. Svetlana was currently giggling, recording this entire interaction for Ilya.
“Half -assed foreplay is funny!” Shane exclaimed.
“Just because you don’t half-ass foreplay don’t mean it would be a cleanse Hollzy.” Carter chuckled. Shane squinted his eyes at the rest of the room before huffing in defeat.
“Fine, fine. Give your card to J.J., but this would be the last time he would see a black card.” Svetlana cackled loudly, believing him a 100 percent. Marcus mumbled that Shane was scary off ice too and she just nodded along. No one was going to stop him from winning the game.
By the time the last round came around, it was already 2am and Shane was holding the most black cards. He gloated around as Svetlana gave him a bottle of water, and some ginger ale, knowing he drank a good bit for the night. It was a fun night, probably one of the most fun she had in a while. They were laughing, arguing and coming up with insane theories on how to break the game. It was always good for her to have moments like this. Even though the night eventually had to come to an end, she wished they could just be like this till eternity. Just Svetlana and her boys. Enjoying life and conquering the world. Ah one could only wish.
We don’t care what people say
We drinking rum, whether night or day
I say it’s party time, so we le we buss a lime
Party Aint’ Done Yet – Skillful Band
Come, Le We Lime – a playlist by Ashley Cooper
- Backyard Jam by Farmer Nappy
- Big People Party by Farmer Nappy
- Cocoa Tea by Kes
- Gimme Likkle One Drop by Taurus Riley
- Disk la Réyé by Jean Marc Fernandid
- 4 Kampé by Joé Dwèt Filé
- Get Low by Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz ft Ying Yang Twins
- Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion
- We Found Love by Rihanna ft Calvin Harris
- I Got Love by Miyagi & Эндшпиль ft Рем Дигга
- Party Ain’t Done Yet by Skillful Band