Linemates - Adam Banks

Mini Golf - 18

After the post-game excitement wore off, Indiana remembered a specific someone who had promised her a night out. She walked over to his locker, waiting for his conversation with Charlie to come to a halt.

"Hey, Adam," said Indiana, smiling at the boy.

Adam instantly returned the smile, "Hey Indiana. What's up?"

Indiana sat in the stall next to him, lowering her voice, "Remember that date you promised me?"

Adam raised his eyebrow, his heart racing. "Date?" He asked sheepishly.

"Okay, date, not a date, whatever it is. You owe me a night out, and I think tonight's the night," stated Indiana. Adam thought for a second before nodding in agreement.

"It's a date," the boy said, smiling at her. "I'll meet you outside your door around nine?"

Indiana smiled softly, "It's a date." Indiana, wanting to avoid any potential embarrassment or questions from both Julie and Connie, quickly said goodbye before leaving the locker room and rushing back to her room. Indiana couldn't help the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she continued to think about how Adam had confirmed it was a date, and how the two would be spending time alone together without hockey being involved. She began to panic-- what would they talk about? The two had only known hockey their entire lives-- hockey had overwhelmed them and became their lives. When Adam wasn't speaking to her about a potential play they could run or about his hockey career, he was standing up for her to guys like Gunnar Stahl or Dean Portman. They had a few conversations about their lives, but they never had a night together where they could just be themselves without talking hockey. I guess, until tonight.

Adam, on the other hand, spent the rest of his night pestering Charlie. "Does my hair look good?" Adam asked the boy, who raised his eyebrow in response. "I'm serious, Charlie."

"Adam, your hair looks like it does ninety-nine percent of the time," remarked Charlie, laughing at the boy's childish demeanor.

Adam sighed, looking back to Charlie, "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"

"A bad thing," taunted Charlie. Adam widened his eyes, running a brush through his hair again. "Adam, oh my god. I was kidding, please stop going crazy."

Adam glared at Charlie before tossing the hairbrush at him, "Not funny," he replied as Charlie swatted down the brush.

"What are you guys even doing tonight?" Charlie asked Adam.

Adam stopped in his tracks, "I don't know."

Charlie rolled his eyes and sighed, "What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean, I don't know!" Adam yelled back, running his hands through his hair.

"Okay, take her to go mini golfing. Girls love mini golf," said Charlie.

"I suck at mini golf," sighed Adam. "I always hit the ball as if it's a puck and then I lose it."

Charlie laughed at the boy, "Perfect. Girl's love winning, too."

Adam continued, "I don't like losing."

"You win some, you lose some, Adam-- and with girls, you lose 'em all."

Two doors down, Julie sat behind Indiana on her bed, straightening the girl's hair. "So, what are you guys doing tonight?"

Indiana shrugged, "honestly, I'm not sure. We didn't really plan that far ahead."

Connie laid down on her bed, "I'm sure you guys will figure it out-- we are in LA after all." It was true, their hotel was in a prime location for shopping and dining. Despite the two planning to go out late, most of the shops were also opened up later specifically due to the boost in night life recently. There was bowling, an indoor arcade, music, and mini golf-- all options that would interest Indiana.