Park didn’t exactly look scary with his powder-pink hair, but his glare made up for it.
“My goddaughter. If she pops out a boy, I’m asking to be traded to an American team so I don’t have to live in the same country as you—and then I won’t have easy access to kill you,gaejasig.”
“Of course you hate kids,” said Jett. “You are the worst kind of asshole.”
Powers looked like he wanted to melt under the table as Park glared at the rest of the people at the table, landing on Jett last.
Harrison took another sip of his drink and waited.
“Fuck, Fraser. Making you angry is so fun.”
“Don’t you think showing up here is in poor taste?” Bracken said, interjecting himself into the conversation despite Powers tugging his sleeve. “You won the game, and now you’ve come here to gloat, eh?”
Park scoffed and waved his hand around like Bracken was being dramatic. “I don’t give a fuck about winning or losing. I like to have fun. I don’t hold grudges. I came here because I have no gay friends, and there’s like, six of you on this team.”
“Six?” Bracken gestured to Harrison and Jett. “We have these guys and one other person. I don’t know where you’re getting your numbers, but you’re wrong.”
Harrison fought to hold back a laugh as Park slowly raised an eyebrow at Powers and Bracken. There was a long pause filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter around them, and then Park shook his head and held up his hands.
“Okay, we’re not unpacking that shit tonight.”
“I’m going to get drinks,” said Holt, standing awkwardly. “Anyone want anything?”
Harrison raised his hand. “I’ll take a water.”
Holt saluted him. “Sure thing, Killinger.” He was about to walk away, but stopped and grinned at Ryan. “Sorry about your face, Bracken. It had to be done.”
That was funny coming from the guy with two black eyes who lost the fight.
“Fuck off,” Bracken muttered, taking another swig of his beer.
Holt walked away with his hands shoved in his pockets, leaving the rest to deal with Park.
“Ugly motherfucker,” said Park. “Can’t stand his stupid face.”
Jett shot Harrison a pleading look, like he thought there was something he could do to solve their current predicament. Jason and Ryan were already scrambling out of the booth, shooting apologetic smiles.
“We’re going back to the hotel,” said Bracken. “I have…clothes to fold.”
Powers couldn’t even look them in the eye as he followed his best friend away from the table, disappearing into the crowd.
Park waited two seconds after they were gone before saying, “More like he has a goalie to fold.”
Jett barked out a laugh and immediately slapped a hand over his mouth. He frowned, his lips pouty like he didn’t want to find Park funny.
Smiling, Park’s eyes left Jett’s face to slowly drift up and meet Harrison’s gaze. He could see why Park got harassed as much as he did for being pretty, because there was no other word to describe him.
Jett was pretty in a handsome way, but Park looked like a goddamn doll. It had to be difficult to play a rough sport like hockey with a face like that.
“You’re fucking massive, Killinger,” Park said wistfully. “How tall are you? You have to be pushing seven feet.”
“Don’t talk to my boyfriend, Park,” Jett said through gritted teeth. “He’smine, back off.”
Park gave Jett an award-winning eyeroll. “Fuck sakes, call me Jin. I get tired of hearing my last name all the time.” He tapped his fingers on the tabletop irritably. “And I don’t want your boyfriend,Jett. Anyone could tell by looking at Harrison that he’s not straying from you. I can practically smell marriage and three kids in the air around you. Fuck that.”
Harrison chuckled and finished his drink just in time for Holt to return to the table with a tray holding a couple of beers, two pink drinks in a glass, and Harrison’s water.
Park took one of the pink drinks and pressed it to his lips, letting out a little groan as he swallowed a mouthful.
