it sucked. you and dean were thrown out of the game for purposefully tripping 2 of the icelandic players, it wasn't even on purpose!.... okay, maybe it kinda was, but who can blame you? they were dicks.
dean was busy rearranging the entire locker room, breaking chairs, and punching every surface around him. "i should be out there!" he exclaimed, while breaking another chair and staring at the little tv playing the ongoing match in front of him.
you copied him and watched the little screen in front of you, currently showing luis speeding his way across the ice with the puck. you learnt very quickly not to get your hopes up too fast, as seconds later, luis crashed against the boards.
it looked pretty painful. i guess my man can not really fly.
moments later, kenny was sent out by coach to show iceland what he was capable of. it started off pretty well, until he crashed into two icelandic players, sending his ass straight back to the players bench. dean was visibly getting even more pissed off, and you had no idea where those goddamn chairs came from, maybe he pulled them out of his ass, but he broke yet another. "please, give me one more chance against these guys!" you were lowkey starting to become anxious now, scared he might throw a chair at your head.
right as you were starting to pray to get out of the locker room alive, iceland scored again, making you let out a deep sigh. "they're unbeatable! i swear the only thing that's going to help us right now is a goddamn miracle." you said as you took off your gloves. "if i had a chance to play right now, i would make them regret even setting foot in this rink." dean snarled while running his hands through his damp hair.
