Hockey Season: Danny Boy

"Go! Go! Go! YES!!!!" Grace screamed at the television as Danny Briere scored the game winning overtime goal. Her and her friend Mike cheered as The Flyers' bench cleared and all of the hockey players celebrated their victory. "What a game!" Grace exclaimed as she threw her body onto the couch. "Yes! I wanna watch it again!" Mike laughed. Grace glanced over at the clock. "Damn it! I've gotta get up early. I'll see ya in the morning, Mike." Grace said as she climbed up the stairs. Mike said "Good Night." and watched the post game show to relive the excitement. The next morning when Grace woke up, the radio was on in the kitchen. Mike was making breakfast. "...the ninth caller will win one ticket to the Flyers game tomorrow night!" Grace's eyes widened and she rushed to the phone. "Congragulations! You are the ninth caller! You just won a ticket to the Flyers game! Can you tell Philadelphia your name?" the radio DJ said excitedly. Grace was over the moon! "My name is Grace Wilson, and I'm goin' to a Flyers' game, bitches!" Grace yelled into the phone. "Oh, uh. Ms. Wilson, we aren't allowed to swear on the air." the DJ said anxiously. "I don't give a rat's ass right now!" She yelled.

Grace put her fake smile and happy personality on as she walked over to wait on a table. "Hi, guys! I'm Grace, I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?" She said, attempting to sound as bubbly as possible. Seeing as how she'd already been working since noon (and it was now 11:00pm.) that was quite a challenge. Her feet were killing her and she wouldn't be done working until 2:30am. Then she had to clean up and close the restaurant. "I'll have a Budweiser." the rather large man sitting at the table ordered lazily. "And for your lady friend?" Grace asked politely, sick of men being chovanistic pigs. "She'll have a bottle of Pinot Grigio." the man ordered before the woman could speak. "I'll get that for you right now." Grace smiled. She sighed as she turned away. "Here's your bill. I'll take it whenever you're ready." Grace said kindly. The man paid with two hundred dollar bills and asked for change. Grace brought back $74.56 and handed it to the man. The man left a $15.00 tip. "Have a great night guys!" She cheerfully said as the couple walked out of the restaurant.  "Stupid bastard." Grace muttered as she cleared the table.

The alarm clock rudely awoke Grace with a loud, annoying, ring. She rolled over to turn it off. "11:30. Sigh. Oh! Wait! The hockey game! That's tonight! YES!!!" Grace cheered, throwing the covers back and getting out of bed. She pulled a ratty, old, Flyer's t-shirt out of her closet. Grace frowned. "Hmmm." she thought deeply about what she could do to make it look better. "That's it!" she exclaimed. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the bathroom and began cutting up the shirt. When she finished modifying the shirt, it was a crop top with an open back that tied in a knot. She picked out a pair of jeans to wear with it and went down to the kitchen. "Mike. How does this shirt look?" She asked, worried that it wouldn't look okay and she would have to buy a new one. "Looks great! I think pants would really make the outfit though." Mike laughed as he stared at her underwear. "Shut up. And thank you." Grace went back upstairs to do her hair and makeup.