Aspiring

Roomies on the Road

For the road trips and away games, Jeremy Sagan was placed with Percival Kane. Jonathan Getzlaf and Brampton Benn were roommates, while Tyler Marchand and Nikita Nichushkin spent time together. And Scooby roomed with Crow.

Jeremy, the more outgoing of the two partiers, often kickstarted festivities or talks. Most of the time they chilled and slept like two teenagers and then talked about girls and clubs in Boston, while they ate their food. And today was no different.

After back-to-back games with the San Jose Shruingers, the Boston Blackhawks landed in San Diego for their next road trip game. All the players were tired, except for Jeremy and Percy, who were excitedly chatting with one another as they disembarked from the team plane.

"Did you see my goal last night?" Jeremy blurted.

"I couldn't believe it had gone in!" Percy replied, elbowing Jeremy in the shoulder.

Jeremy broke out in laughter, before he raised his head up in a cocky prideful way and said, "Ha-ha, CSN and the Networks are all gonna be replaying that over and over again for at least a week or two! Man, I'm such a superstar!"

Percy smacked him on the shoulder. "You're not the only one, Segs!"

"Do you two ever shut up and sleep?" Tyler grumbled as he flashed them a tired look. "Geez. What do you do party all night long?" He rubbed his eyes and yawned as they entered their hotel in the city.

Jeremy laughed. "Sometimes, Marchy."

"Where Crow?" Nikita asked, looking around worriedly. "He no get to our room first. I hate when he mess up everything. Not good. Not good for Nikita. No."

Tyler patted Nikita's arm. "I'm sure we'll be fine this time. After all, Jonny specifically warned him not to make chaos tonight. Besides I think Crow went to his room already. He was super tired...and not to mention he did get high-sticked in the face last night and fought."

Scooby padded up, holding a small rectangular camera in his hand. "You're fine Nikita, promise. Crow's asleep."

"Why I no trust you? Why camera?" Nikita whined. "Nikita need sleep. Is tired."

"Scooby, put the camera away and let's all just get to sleep, otherwise I'll report you to Jonny," Tyler remarked.

Jeremy and Percy grabbed their keys and left, just as they heard Nikita scream with fright, followed instantly by laughter and complaining from the Russian. The two rookies shared a look and shrugged as they got in the elevator and made it up to their floor and room. The elevator stopped and opened on the fourth floor of the hotel.

They two grabbed their bags and belongings and walked down the hall toward their room. The hallway was lined with cool torch lights that were in decorated holsters. And the floor was carpeted with a nice red and gold combination. The walls were gold and matched the colors of the floor. They reached their room, Number 444 and entered to find nothing out of place.

They set their things down and Jeremy instantly jumped onto his bed and loosened his necktie up. "Wanna watch TV?" he asked Percy, as he yanked the tie off his neck and then unbuttoned shirt, revealing his athletically toned abs underneath.

"Nah, I wanted to tell you about this club in Boston that I went to a few days ago, before left on this road trip. Jeremy, you'd love it!" Percy remarked, removing his necktie. He threw it to the ground, carelessly and padded over to his bed.

"Oh really?" Jeremy questioned, getting onto his side and looking at his roommate, who sat down on the edge of his own bed. They both removed their shoes, Jeremy kicking his off the end of his bed and onto the floor.