<b>Location:</b>Hockey ring -> Dorms -> Beach.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Irene (<a class="username" data-user-id="31366" data-username="@LilGunner" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/31366/">@LilGunner</a>), Lily (<a class="username" data-user-id="39216" data-username="@Pastel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39216/">@Pastel</a>), Erin (Aluora), Jason (@TrueGrave), Eren (<a class="username" data-user-id="21422" data-username="@Damien_Akira" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21422/">@Damien_Akira</a>), Athena (<a class="username" data-user-id="37935" data-username="@IfIWereInYourShoes" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/37935/">@IfIWereInYourShoes</a>).<br/><br/>Gordie was like a large pup, though it wasn’t the first object he had wrecked during his long history on the ice. Yet it never ceased to lose the thrill, same as the first time he laid someone out broadside on the ice. Irene’s laughter came like a relish to his ears, never knowing that such entertainment provided for her could be so deserved.<b>”He certainly won’t be the last.”</b>He agreed when it came to slamming, as she so eloquently put it, douche-canoes into the boards like that. Though violence was never really his first choice, he felt no qualms about it either way.<br/><br/>Together they managed to make good progress around the rink, an entire rotation, and soon Irene let go of his arm to begin moving on her own, holding her balance. Gordie followed at a leisurely pace, in case an accident should still ensure, and to make sure the other fuckhead didn’t try for round two.<i>You don’t want none of this, pal.</i>Thankfully, there wasn’t any more and he could focus on Irene learning the art of skating, while he learned how to cuss appropriately like a sailor from her. Jeez, he never even heard of some of these phrases.<br/><br/>He followed her crash into the boards, though he stopped expertly with the usual spray of ice and frosting, making sure not to drench her fallen form.<b>”That girl really knows how to read minds, eh?”</b>He mused with a grin to the text message that Irene read a loud. It was never a bad time for a drink.<b>”Let’s do you once more around the place, all on your own, then you can graduate from skating boot camp. Come on, Reeny.”</b>He said, reaching down to place his hands under her shoulders and heft her right up back onto her feet, grinning as he manipulated her small form. For a moment they just glided on the ice, his hands on her sides, facing her with a smile. He reached behind her and used his hand to clear some of the icing still clinging to her rear, before grabbing it and pulling her towards him.<br/><br/>Then he leaned forward and kissed her.<br/><br/><b>”Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so helpless right now and it was probably the best time to do that.”</b>He winked.<b>”If you want to kill me for that, you’ll have to catch me Reeny.”</b>Gordie then challenged playfully after pulling away, enjoying the expression he left on her face as he took off at a fast momentum down the length of the rink. He could probably complete two or three cycles before she finished hers, twirling around to skate backwards every time he passed her. He grinned as he waited for her by the benches, where people entered and exited, wondering if he should expect a smack or an outright punch for his little kiss-stealing maneuver.<br/><br/><b>”Ready? I wouldn’t mind coming here again with ya.”</b>He said to Irene as he took off his skate and grabbed his bag with his regular shoes.<b>”I suppose I should have bought you a drink before attempting that. I always get these things back-ass-wards.”</b>He winked again with his cheeky reference to his move earlier.<b>”I don’t suppose I can rectify that at the beach still? Oh, and do you mind if we stop by the dorms first?”</b><br/><br/>Back at his room, he switched from the slightly warmer garments that he wore to the rink for some appropriate beachwear. A sleeveless blank jersey, some long shorts, and sandals, with his hair all slicked back. He took a towel too, around his shoulders, as how could one go to the beach without taking a swim? The top was probably unnecessary and though he had a body that should be displayed, he wasn’t in no hurry to do that either. Wallet in the back pocket, phone in the side, key in the other, he was all ready to go. He waited for Reeny in the hallway and together they made their way to the beach, where they found everyone already gathered at a tiki bar.<br/><br/><b>”Hey y’all.”</b>He greeted with his customary finger guns, flicking and giving as sweeping point to everyone. Handshakes for the men, half hugs for the girls.<b>”What we drinking tonight?”</b>He asked, casting a glance at Irene as he would be buying, and partaking, in whatever she wanted first. Damn it was hot out here, too much for his Canadian blood. He put his towel aside and took off his jersey as well, scratching broad chest and letting the sun kiss his torso for the present.