strangers // m. zuccarello

March 1st

I was already drunk when I got off the plane. Which was good because it was almost 10 and everyone was ready to go out.

"Slow hands and sweat drippin' on my dirty laundry. No, no chance that I'm leaving here with out you." I sang into the bottle of Malibu that I topped off with pineapple juice.

"Oh God." Amanda laughed. "This will be a good night if .he's already singing."

To get my mind off of the hockey player and his disappointment of me and Cris, my friends played, "Haaaaaave you met Frey?

"Oh, like Ronaldo's better half?"

"Yes like his better half. Which means I'm too good for you. Byee."

"Freya you can't keep doing that."

"But they bring it up. I just want to dance."

Then the Rangers walked in.

"But first, tequila."

The rest of the night was a blur. Except for when I finally talked to Mats.

"Ta meg hjem."