NHL imagines

#3 Andre Burakovsky

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I wrote this during my history class so it's a bit rushed.
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800 words
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"Poor guy."
You looked at your best friend questioning.
"Behind you at the bar. He's being swarmed by girls but he's looking so uncomfortable."
You turned around and spotted the guy. You had a good view over the club from your V.I.P. booth and from what it looked like every girl in the club had abandoned the dance floor and swarmed the guy.
You sighed and turned around to your friend.
"I'll go rescue him. Want another drink?"
She waved her full glass around a bit a smiled.
"I'm good."
You quickly made your way down the stairs to the dance floor. At the bottom Paul, the security guy that guarded the V.I.P. entrance, greeted you.
"Getting another drink Miss ? You know you could have ordered something."
You gently patted his impressive pecs and continued walking.
"I know Pauli, I'm just gonna rescue the cutie at the bar."
You wind your way through the masses of scarcely clad women and even a few guys before finally being able to get to the bar and flag the bartender down.
"Can you get me a tray full of shots, a Sex on the beach, and whatever that guy is having and somehow get it to Paul?"
The bartender nodded and you squeezed your way through the people towards the guy. You made your way through them and grabbed the guy's wrist. You had to duck to escape a blonde's elbow but you managed to somehow get close to the guy.
"Climb behind the bar."
His head whipped around looked at you weirdly which you thought wasn't inappropriate considering your situation.
"I can get you out of here. Climb behind the bar. There's a door to the back about twenty feet to your right. Go or crawl, I don't care, just get over there."
He looked at you weirdly again but then a brunette got too handsy and he decided to trust you and hopped the bar. The mass got angry at that but you somehow managed to make your way to the back with only your hair messed up and a rip in your glitter top. The guy was leaning against a wall trying to calm down.
"You okay?"
His head whipped up but he realized that it was you and smiled a bit.
"Yeah. Thank you."
Uh accent. You liked that guy.
"Still wanna party? We've got a booth upstairs, free of crazy groupies, if you want."
He looked at you again, probably trying to judge if he could trust you.
"Sure. Lead the way."
You tried to make your way towards the stairs as inconspicuous as possible and managed to just hide in the hallway before someone saw. Paul was waiting for you and handed you your tray with the drinks. You smiled at him and took your Sex on the Beach before balancing the tray in your other hand. You made your way up the stairs and led him to the booth you and your friend occupied.
"I'm back. I found alcohol and a cute guy."
You put the tray with the shots down, gave the guy a beer, and plopped down onto one of the couches. The guy stared at you weirdly and you just signaled to all the free spaces for him to sit down. He chose to sit on the same couch as you.
Your friend held out her hand to shake.
"Y/F/N."
He took her hand and shook it.
"Andre."
You sipped on your drink and smiled.
"So. Why did those girls swarmed you like they're bees and you're honey?"
"I play ice hockey. With the Capitals. I guess they were just really happy we won tonight." He tried to joke. "What do you guys do."
I raised you hand lightly and sighed.
"Full time student, part time waitress." You said the same time your friend said,"we're students."
"Really? Are you even old enough to drink?"
Your friend laughed.
"Nope. But my daddy owns the club so it's cool."
"Well I can, I'm 22. I took a gap year after high school, just traveling around."
"Oh really? Ever been to Sweden?"
He turned towards you interested. Your friend got up, grabbed one of the shots, and turned around.
"Well I'm gonna go dancing. Have fun."
She walked down the stairs slowly.
"And use protection!"
Andre looked at you wide eyed but you just laughed.
"We will!"
You screamed back. You leaned forward and grabbed two shots handing him one. You clinked glasses and downed them. You put them back on the tray and turned towards him again.
"So.... Sweden?"
His face lightened up and he began to talk. You smiled. This would be an interesting night.