Part 1 - Percival Kane: Puck Magnet, Ladies Man, and Dancer??

Percival's POV

The first game of the new NHL season...and well the first game of Percival "Percy" Kane's career...began. The puck was dropped at center ice, where Jonathan Getzlaf, Percy's chosen linemate for the season or maybe just for this game won the puck and instantly got it back to the defenseman. Opposite Percy, on the left wing, was Tyler Marchand.

Percy darted forward with his linemates and moved into an open spot. He received the perfect pass from his defensemen. He cradled it in his stick, batting it back and forth in a taunting way as one of the opposing team players bared down on him. He spun around at the last minute, managing to smoothly keep the small black disc in his blade. Then he got it to his backhand and sent a beautifully timed and placed puck over the goalie's shoulder and into the back of the net.

"Ha!" Percy laughed to himself as he rounded the goal and smashed into the boards. Scoring was nothing new to him and neither were his slick moves and hands.

"Way to go Kaner!" Jonathan shouted, wrapping him up in a huge hug and patting his head.

Percy couldn't help but smile and be excited as he was soon joined by the other players on the ice, including Tyler. The defenseman that he had deked was stunned and in awe. It was almost like Percy's skills were new to him...or that he was just shocked that a rookie had such talents.

"Sick hands Perce!" Crow chirped him as he skated by the bench and fist bumped his equally happy teammates.

For the rest of the game, Percy was on fire and feeling super confident. He led the Blackhawks to a win and also had his first goal as well as the most shots on goal. Coach Julian was impressed with him, so much so that he also gave Percy more ice time than planned.

Percy really felt like he could do anything. He could score, make plays...and also gain some fans... As soon as the lamp was lit for his second goal of the game, which came from a sick one-on-one breakaway chance, he noticed the loud applause and the sweet sound of women screaming his name. He couldn't help but showboat his success.

"SHOWTIME!!" Percy howled as he whipped around to the boards, dropping low and scooping his hand around as though scooping up ice off the surface of the rink. He then jumped up on his skates to scream again before he was tackled by his linemates.

"You're on fire Percy!" Tyler commented.

"Nice pass man!" Percy complimented Jonathan, who was seriously stokked about Percy's success.

Jonathan shook his head, unwilling to get all the credit. It was one of the perks of Jonathan Getzlaf and it was what made him a leader and the right choice for captain for the team. "Sick goal. Again. As Tyler said, you really are on fire tonight!"

They took off to the bench once more. Percy sat down, earning all kinds of fist bumps, pats and praise from the coaching staff and his teammates. It was close to being in Heaven. He was enjoying the NHL so far and he knew that he could only be better.

This was going to be a fun year for the Boston Blackhawks and for their two superstar rookies.

After the game finished, with the Boston Blackhawks smoking their opponent on opening night 8-2, the entire team went to a bar in town to celebrate the win and the kickoff of the new season. Jeremy and Percy were still too young to drink legally so they just enjoyed the party. Percy went off on his own after a short warning from his captain not to drink any alcohol and to behave professionally.

At first he did as told.

Then things fell apart. He bumped into an obviously drunk blond girl, who grabbed him and forced some vodka down his throat. Before Percy knew it, he was stumbling around, shouting. He unbuttoned his white dress shirt down the middle and began to "dance" to the club music with the other people.

He stumbled over to Jonathan, who spotted him and slapped his palm to his forehead, shaking his head and mumbling, "Oh no."

"Hey Jonny, look--look what Icando?!" Percy began to do some horrible dance move, which just turned into him basically shaking his chest like an old lady. "I'm Patrick Kane!" He laughed at himself and fell into Jonathan's shoulder.

Jonathan rolled his eyes and shoved the young man off of him, scolding him with, "Oh, Kaner...I told you not to drink!!"

"But iz fun! I'm having a muz better time!" Percy whined.

"Yeah, but if anyone sees you...come with me!" Jonathan exclaimed, grabbing Percy's hand and pulled him past Brampton, who was looking around shyly at the party scene. "Keep an eye on Jeremy, Brandy..."

Brampton nodded.

"Jon-Jonny why--why areyoutakingme...?" Percy asked, slurring his words together.

"I'm gonna get you sober again before anyone catches you. The league frown on underage drinking and I don't want you following Patrick Kane's rookie season now!" Jonathan snapped, pulling Percy into a private side room in the lobby of the party club's building. He shoved the younger blond man into the room and then closed the doors and faced him.

Percy was stumbling about, laughing. "You're so preeetty, Jonny!"

"Shut up Kaner!" Jonathan grumbled, snatching a pitcher of water up and grabbing Percy's arm, holding him still, while he forced the cool liquid down Percy's throat and then followed it with some substance, stuffing crackers into his mouth.

"Jonny!" Percy gasped, choking and spitting out cracker and water. "STOP!!"

Jonathan splashed the remaining water onto Percy's face, drenching him. His golden curls clung to his forehead and he folded his arms, glaring at his captain. "There," Jonathan remarked, setting the empty pitcher back in place.

Percy remained frowning and staring at Jonathan.

"Oh come on, I just saved your life Percy and possibly your career. It was a bad idea bringing you here and letting you run loose in the first place. I care about your success on and off the ice, please respect it and don't make a fool of yourself. I'm not going to babysit you, nor am I going to tolerate having a drunk party hound as a part of the team! Now, dry yourself off some and lets get the others and call it a night."

Percy slowly nods, snatching a towel off of the cart, where the pitcher was resting. He wiped his face and neck and then set it back down and followed the brunette back out of the room. They returned to find Brampton hugging Jeremy close to him.

Brampton and Jeremy looked up at them. And with perfect timing as always, Crow walked by and halted in place, snorting with laughter. In his hand he held a pint of bubbling beer. He noticed Percy's wet hair locks and the dark stains around the collar of his suit.

"Wow Jonny, already...couldn't wait to fuck up the kid, eh?"

"Crow! Go away! It's water!" Jonathan snapped, clenching a fist at his side and frowning at the pest.

"Sure, sure. I think we all know what really happened though, Laffy Jr." With that he stumbled off, shouting out another explicative as he headed to where Tyler, Scooby and Nikita were all bunched together by a punch bowl and food table conversing.

Jonathan shook his head and then turned to Brampton and Jeremy, who were still hugging each other and looking at the blond and brunette. "I'll never understand Crow's pestyness...or where he gets his chirping from. And no, he's wrong, I splashed Kaner with water...that's all!"

Percy nodded his head, biting his lip.

Brampton shrugged, patting Jeremy. "If you say so."

"Come on, let's get the rookies out of here and call it a night," Jonathan stated.

"I agree," Brampton remarked. "Parties aren't my thing anyway."

The four walked out of the club, leaving the others to put up with Crow and his loud, boisterous drunk insults.

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Part 2 - Jeremy Sagan: Goal Scorer, Ladies Man, and Singer??

Jeremy's POV

The first game of the new NHL season...and well the first game of Jeremy Sagan's career...began. Jeremy Sagan saw the puck drop at center ice, where Jonathan Getzlaf, Percival Kane's chosen linemate for the season or maybe just for this game won the puck and instantly got it back to the defenseman. Opposite Percy, on the left wing, was Tyler Marchand. Jeremy, himself, was on a line with his newfound sort of shy friend in Brampton Benn and the sweet, innocent and little bit shy Russian, Nikita Nichushkin.

He watched as his fellow rookie and his other friend, Percy darted forward with his linemates and moved into an open spot. He received the perfect pass from his defensemen. He cradled it in his stick, batting it back and forth in a taunting way as one of the opposing team players bared down on him. He spun around at the last minute, managing to smoothly keep the small black disc in his blade. Then he got it to his backhand and sent a beautifully timed and placed puck over the goalie's shoulder and into the back of the net.

Jeremy instantly sprang up on the bench and turned to Brampton and Nikita, who were excitedly jumping up and down and shouting. He joined them and even screamed, "WAY TO GO PERCY!! ATTA BOY!!"

He watched Percy round the goal and smash into the boards. He could see the blond laughing and smiling. Jeremy couldn't help but smile along with him and be as excited as him as Percy was soon joined by the other players on the ice, including Tyler.

Jeremy looked at the other team, curious to see their reactions. The defenseman that Percy had deked was stunned and in awe. It was almost like Percy's skills were new to him...or that he was just shocked that a rookie had such talents. Well, Jeremy knew that he'd also have to beware of the rookie as well. Jeremy had a wicked slapshot, full of accuracy and power.

"Sick hands Perce!" Jeremy heard Crow chirp Percy as he skated by the bench and fist bumped his equally happy teammates.

"Good goal, way to go Kaner!" Jeremy exclaimed, rather softly to his friend. He rarely spoke silently, but Percy's skills were raw and to be honest, he had blown him away too. Jeremy didn't have the same slick, soft hands that Percy had...or the wicked backhander. Percy was unique from Jeremy, sure they were both entertaining and offensive goal scoring hounds, but they were also very different.

For the rest of the game, Jeremy was in awe as Percy was on fire and feeling super confident. He tried to go out and feed on the confidence and play, but his line wasn't as good as the first line. Percy, Jonathan and Tyler had instant chemistry, while Nikita, Brampton and Jeremy needed some work on theirs a little bit more. Percy ended up leading the Blackhawks to a win and also had his first goal as well as the most shots on goal. Jeremy registered some shots and close chances...and sure, he had a point on an assist to Nikita Nichushkin's tip-in goal but he knew Percy had been the better rookie. Coach Julian had been so impressed with him, so much so that he also gave Percy more ice time than planned.

During the third period however, things changed after a nice pep talk and some words specifically for him from the captain. Jeremy hit the ice with his linemate, won his first faceoff battle and worked hard to get the puck to his teammate in Brampton. Suddenly things began to click as the second line poured on some speed and skill and maintained offensive zone time for the Blackhawks.

As they keep the puck in the zone and worked it around, Jeremy used his vision and set up in an open slot to the left side of the goal. Before he knew it, the puck came to him and he wound up and sent it sailing toward the goal. And it went in!

Suddenly, Jeremy really felt like he could do anything. He could score, make plays...and also gain some fans... As soon as the lamp was lit for his goal of the game, he noticed the loud applause and the sweet sound of women screaming his name just like they'd done for Percy's goals. He couldn't help but showboat his success, he flashed the crowd his signature movie star smile and wink and milked the ladies in the audience before jumping up on his skates and screaming, "WOOO!!" before he was tackled by his linemates.

"You're on fire now Jeremy! What confidence!" Nikita commented with his thick Russian accent. "You score big goal!"

"Nice pass man, couldn't-a done it without you, Nichy!" Jeremy complimented the Russian, who smiled innocently.

"Woo!" Nikita yelled.

"Woo!" Jeremy returned the scream to him.

"Goofballs!" Brampton shook his head, smiling at them.

They took off to the bench once more. Jeremy sat down, earning all kinds of fist bumps, pats and praise from the coaching staff and his teammates just like Percy had received. It was close to being in Heaven. He was enjoying the NHL so far and he knew that he could only be better.

This was going to be a fun year for the Boston Blackhawks and for their two superstar rookies.

After the game finished, with the Boston Blackhawks smoking their opponent on opening night 8-2, the entire team went to a bar in town to celebrate the win and the kickoff of the new season. Jeremy and Percy were still too young to drink legally so they just enjoyed the party. Percy went off on his own after a short warning from his captain not to drink any alcohol and to behave professionally.

Meanwhile Jeremy hung out with Brampton, who stayed by Jonathan Getzlaf. Jonathan and Brampton launched into conversation. Jeremy was eventually grabbed and yanking away by a pretty brunette girl, who shoved a microphone into his hand.

"Sing with me!" she demanded, slapping her hand on his behind.

Jeremy's eyes flew wide and he stuttered...again another rare thing for him to do...especially in a party...what was going on with him tonight? Maybe Brampton's chill shyness was wearing off on him?? "Uh, oh...I don't--well...if you insist that I sing, I guess I will!" He launched into karaoke with the girl, singing along to "Don't Stop Believing", everyone's favorite karaoke song.

When he was done, he was pressured into singing another song. This time he chose one to sing solo. He chose to sing along to "Too Original" by Major Lazer. When he was finished he received applause and catcalls and also another firm slap from the girl.

Before he could respond or react to all the praise and the girl's slap, Brampton grabbed him and pulled him away.

"Brampton!" Jeremy whined.

"No, Jeremy, no more singing. Jonny told me to keep an eye on you, so you're staying with me."

"Aw, man...this is like being punished or being forced to be accompanied by an adult...I'm not a little kid and I promise I won't drink any! Come on, Brandy!" Jeremy pleaded.

"No. Not until Jonny returns."

"You're no fun, Brandy. You used to be tons of fun...but not anymore..." Jeremy pouted his lip and slumped again Brampton, who put his arm around him and hugged him closely.

"Deal with it, Jer, I grew up and matured...and you know I've never liked parties."

Brampton hugged Jeremy close to him as they spotted the drenched Percival Kane and the steaming captain Jonathan Getzlaf returning to them. Brampton and Jeremy looked up at them. And with perfect timing as always, Crow walked by and halted in place, snorting with laughter. In his hand he held a pint of bubbling beer. He noticed Percy's wet hair locks and the dark stains around the collar of his suit.

"Wow Jonny, already...couldn't wait to fuck up the kid, eh?"

"Crow! Go away! It's water!" Jonathan snapped, clenching a fist at his side and frowning at the pest.

"Sure, sure. I think we all know what really happened though, Laffy Jr." With that he stumbled off, shouting out another explicative as he headed to where Tyler, Scooby and Nikita were all bunched together by a punch bowl and food table conversing.

Jonathan shook his head and then turned to Brampton and Jeremy, who were still hugging each other and looking at the blond and brunette. "I'll never understand Crow's pestyness...or where he gets his chirping from. And no, he's wrong, I splashed Kaner with water...that's all!"

Percy nodded his head, biting his lip.

Brampton shrugged, patting Jeremy. "If you say so."

"Come on, let's get the rookies out of here and call it a night," Jonathan stated.

"I agree," Brampton remarked. "Parties aren't my thing anyway."

The four walked out of the club, leaving the others to put up with Crow and his loud, boisterous drunk insults.