The Hockey Life - A Patrick Kane Fanfic

Part Seventy-Eight - Mistakes

PART SEVENTY-EIGHT: MISTAKES

Patrick’s POV

After making some phone calls and getting confirmation, Jonathan and I took his car and picked up Brandon Saad, Andrew Shaw, and Ben Smith. Luckily they all were free and ready for a guys night. We headed over to our favorite dancing bar downtown and sat down. They immediately ordered drinks, including one for me. 

“He’s going to need a few - girl troubles,” Saader told the bartender, and I punched him in the arm.

“Don’t say that, Saadfather,” I scolded him.

“Hey, why the hell didn’t that one serve us?” Ben wondered, motioning towards an attractive blonde girl behind the bar. The male bartender with large gauges and inked up arms had been the one to give us our drinks.

“I don’t know, Smitty, why don’t you ask her,” Andrew encouraged him. As soon as she got close enough, he started to flirt, and we all just watched and laughed when she walked away.

“Why would you encourage him? That was rough,” Johnny said.

“For that exact reason! Are you not entertained?”

It was all fun and games like that for a while as we enjoyed our drinks and joked with one another. But after I had a couple drinks, things got interesting. We were recognized, which happened often. It wasn’t a surprise or a big deal normally, but this time it was by girls in a bar. That was always a big deal.

“Oh my god. You guys are Blackhawks players!” A blonde exclaimed.

“You’re not wrong,” Shawzy answered.

“We love hockey,” a brunette girl told us, clearly the blonde’s friend. In fact, there were three girls total who were in awe that they were meeting us. They took pictures with us and thanked us, then preceded to head over to the dance floor.

“Would you mind if we joined you?” Ben asked them.

“You really think we’d mind?” they laughed, signaling for us to follow them. The other guys got out of their seats quickly but I hesitated.

“You coming, Kaner?” Brandon asked.

“I don’t know about this,” I answered.

“It’s just dancing,” Andrew told me. “Come on!” The alcohol in my system helped me give in to the peer pressure and I got up and went out to the small dance floor. It wasn’t all that crowded, being that it was a little early, but that didn’t stop the girls from dancing really close to us. I was in the clear for a while, until the brunette started grinding on me. But what was wrong with that? SHE was dancing on ME. It wasn’t like I was putting my hands on her or anything. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

Everything was fine for a bit, until I remembered being at a club with Tazer and seeing Lena and Tess there. I recalled how much I loved the way she danced. The way her body moved was perfect, but this girl at this bar just didn’t measure up to that. And then I noticed her hair. It was the same color as Lena’s, but it wasn’t as long or pretty. She was even attractive, but she didn’t have the effect on me that Lena always did.

Lena, Lena, Lena. If she saw me with these girls, she wouldn’t be happy. She wouldn’t be able to read my mind. She would never know that I was comparing this girl with her and she just wasn’t measuring up. She would probably assume that I was thinking something completely different. Even though Lena couldn’t see me and she didn’t necessarily have to know about this incident, I still felt so bad. It felt like cheating, whether it actually could be considered that or not.