NHL Imagines

Dylan Larkin (Detroit Red Wings)

The bell sounded as I started wiping down a table. I sighed and turned my attention to the door, seeing a big group walk in.

"You take this one, (Y/N)!" The other waiter, Kyle, shouted from the back.

"God, Kyle! My shift is over in like two minutes! Why can't you take it?" I yelled back, not missing the snickers from the guys.

"Grey's Anatomy is on," he popped his head around the corner, eyes pleading.

"Hey guys, you can take a seat anywhere you'd like," I told them, not looking up from my cleaning.

Kyle cheered and threw his hands up. I slid the pen out of my hair and flipped open the notebook, walking over to their table. "Welcome to Mario's. My name is (Y/N). Since I obviously don't have a choice, I'll be your server today. What can I get you to drink?"

They all went down the table, allowing me to look at each of them carefully. I noticed after a few seconds that most of the Detroit Red Wing team was sat in the restaurant and I laughed to myself.

After they all finished, I shuffled back to the kitchen, turning to Kyle as I filled a glass. "You're an asshole. I told my neighbor that's watching Boone that I'd be home by eight. He's gonna hate me,"

"Oh, poor him," Kyle spoke through a mouth full of fries "he has to watch a fricking twenty pound ball of fluff for another hour and a half,"

I rolled my eyes and propped the tray up on my hand, walking back out into the main area.

"My boss would hate to know that you guys are here and he's not," I told them as I set the glasses down in front of them. "He's a huge Red Wing fan. I'll have to get a picture with you guys before you go and maybe have you sign some things,"

"Absolutely," Henrik Zetterberg smiled, setting his menu down.

"Are you all ready to order?" I asked, eyes meeting Dylan Larkin's.

A little smile formed on his face and I saw one of his teammates elbow his side not-so-subtly. Scribbling down all their requests, I made my way back to the kitchen once again and hung the paper up for the chef to take. It didn't take too long for her to finish their food, letting me serve to very patient and satisfied customers.

"I see that curly-haired one checking you out, honey," the chef winked when I approached her "you gotta catch him before someone else does,"

"Leslie, I'm probably more socially awkward than Kyle, which is pretty bad. I've never had any luck talking to guys let alone 'catching them'," I laughed, stealing an onion ring from the tray behind the counter.

She smacked my hand away. "I'll tell you what. If you get his number or he gets yours, whether it be your move or his, you don't have to pay for milkshakes anymore,"

"Shit, deal," I giggled, fluffing my hair dramatically "how do I look?"

Leslie looked up at me from the oven and shook her head. "Like you have absolutely no idea what you're doing,"

"Perfect," I mumbled, a irritated huff passing through my lips.

"Just be you, sweetheart. If he can't take you the way you are, then he's obviously not worth it," 

Her words of wisdom sent a newly feeling of encouragement through me. I nodded at her appreciatively and leaned back from the counter, leaving to check in with the team.

"How are you guys doing?" I asked sweetly. "There anything else I can get you today?"

"We're dong amazing, that was one of the best pizzas I've had here. We'll definitely come here more often. Could we have the check?" Cory Schneider asked, downing the rest of his water.

"Of course,"

 "Actually, there is more one thing," Dylan stopped me. "How about your number? I'd love to take you on a date sometime,"

"We'll have to see how I feel at the end of the night, lover boy," I smirked, biting the inside of my cheek.

He raised an eyebrow at me before I turned around to head back to Leslie, internally applauding myself. Leslie's mouth was dropped open slightly making me let out a breathy laugh. I printed two different slips of paper, writing my number down on one of them and stuffing it into my apron.

"Here you go," I dropped the main receipt next to Henrik and Cory. 

As they flipped a coin to decide who paid, I ran to the back room and grabbed a protesting Kyle to take a picture of myself with the team. I planted myself between Jacob Josefson and Dylan, wrapping an arm around Dylan's waist as he laid his over my shoulders.

Before any of the guys could see, I slid the paper into Dylan's coat pocket. He looked down at me with wide eyes and chuckled. I smiled up at him innocently, slipping out of his grasp.

"I'll text you tonight. Are you free tomorrow?" He wondered, lips curling at the corners.

"I'm completely free," I answered excitedly "I know the perfect place. Does three work for you?"

"That's perfect. I have practice in the morning anyway," 

With that, he placed a soft kiss on my cheek and rushed out the door. Leslie and Kyle came on either side of me after they all left, neither believing I had gotten myself a date.

"So I don't know what I'm doing, eh? I'll actually take a milkshake right now,"

Requested by MaddieDotson4 :)