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My faithful knight

Energy still corses through me helped along with the large amounts of liquor. We may be a beer leag but a win is still a win. Instead of a trophp we hold the towles we got in our hands. They must have been expensive considering their pretty soft. Our bodies still reak of sweat but in the bar the sen tof liquor and someones basic grape vape overpower our collective funk. I’m already four beers deep but I know some of us were already wasted coming off the ice. Debby holds her beer better then anyone else on the team and I lost count after her tenth. How she’s still able to walk up here I don’t know. Emry is already passing out shots by the time I get to the door, I’m barely a foot through the door when he puts one in my hand. I down it with a scowl, fireball looks like I’m gonna have to blend into the crowd if i want to wake up tomorrow. Debby is trying to talk to me as she helps one of the other guys sit down but between the fifty other conversations, the country music, and the large table between us I understand nothing. Debby laughs as the guys head meets the table and I wince. A beer is placed infront of me with a pat on my back and I grab it with out question maybe the others wont start handing me more with one already in my hand.

“Shots, Shots, Shots”, Emry chants as he places another shot ontop of my can. Debby grabs one off the tray hes holding and downs it and not to be out done I down mine. Before long the grounds moving under my feet making my walking more of a stumble. Debby and Emry are still going stronge when I feel kiss on my cheak and turn to see my angelic husband, here to rescue me from the two liquor demons trying to drink me under the table.

“My savour is here”, I proudly announce to the table.I fell his arms under mine as he pulls me to my feet. How long have I been sitting down, my butts all tingly. 

“Our noble steed awaits us”, he says and I can hear the sime in his voice. Debby lets out one of her loudest wolf whistles I’ve ever heard and dear lord nothing has made me want to hit her more. My hubby gets me into the car and I rub my eyes, I hate fireball so much. I open my eyes to the sound of our garage door closing and I get out the car grabbing my equipment out of the trunk. 

“Remeber to open the window I dont want our garage smelling like a highschool boys locker room”, he says planting a kiss on my lips. 

“It doesn't smell that bad”, I say as I unpack my equipment. He just hums as he walks into the house. I take a whiff of my bag and hold in the gag that almost comes out, okay so maybe it is that bad. I make sure to open the small window before heading into the house.

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Road Trip

The back of the van is packed, stuffed full like it was packed by an expert soccer mom. I climb in first, as the shortest out of the group the executive decision was made to shove me in to the back. I squeeze into my seat the tight fit not bothering me, my years experience of being the youngest sibling finally coming in handy. I wait as the other climb in and hear the engine stuart up as all six of us have gotten in. I notice that none of them have brought snacks with them probably waiting for the gas station pit stop. We plan to drive up to the nation park and stay at a hotel near by for four days before coming back. The trip to get there will be about six hours if im remembering it right. I already feel my eyelids drooping as I lean onto the bags piled up beside me. Whoever decided to leave at five in the morning will feel my wrath in the next three to four hours when I have enough energy to deal with theses cursed morning people. I close my eyes, the sound of that song from cars flows through the speakers and viberats anything touching them. Alex must have got the speakers base boosted after his dad gave him the van as gift before he left for uni. I shove my face further into the bags trying to block out the noise as I fall asleep. I jolt awake as something hits me in the face. Opening my eyes to see blue fabric infront mo my face. Jess must have thrown her sweater at me, I peel it back to and look at her. 

“Pit stop, thought you might want to use the bathroom”, she says with a stupid grin on her face. I crawl out to stretch my legs and got use the bathroom. I see the others with their arms fool of snakes waiting outside the van as I come back. Rolling my eyes at them I steal a bag of cornnuts from jess’s arms and crawl back in ignoring her squawking. You hit me in the face with your sweater I’m taking one of your snakes. 

“How much longer do we have?” I ask.

“About two hours to go, you slept through most of it”, Alex responds as he starts the van back up.

“You missed my rendition of country roads”, says Bec a pout filling his face.

“Oh no what will I ever do”, I respond back.

“I can give an encore proformance”, Bec says with a smile creeping onto his face. The resounding nos fill the van, I love the guy but man is he tone def. I thank all the Gods that I was passed out for that. A pungent smell soon fills the van and I cover my noise. 

“Okay who was that”, Jess all but screams.

“It smells like a dying animal”, Bec says as he fiddles with the switch for the window

“Alex, why are the child locks on I’m gonna die from suffocation back here”, Bec yells and the widows all get rolled down. The sound of wind filling the car and deafening all of us is worth the fresh air.

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The Captin's Cabin

I haven't been able to focus on much lately, Grandpa's passing occupies my mind. Though I guess I shouldn't be too surprised he always said he was knocking at the devil's door no matter how many times mom told him to stop. I think that just made him say it more, mom would get so upset and start nagging at him and he would just sit there with a grin on his face. The rest of us were just glad that Grandma had already passed, she would have been calling a priest while clutching her cross if she heard him say that. We had the will reading two days ago and for whatever reason Grandpa decided to leave me his old cabin up by the lake. That's where I’m headed, though that I might as well go look the place over considering no one has been there for at least a year. I had taken Grandpa up here for one last fishing trip before none of his bull-headed kids would let him go as he put it. I don't think anyone has been up here since with the drive being two hours I kind of get why no one else wanted to come even if they got the week off. The roads crap too, filled with potholes that leave your butt aching if you don’t have a well-padded seat. I let out a breath as I see the laneway, an almost holy site after the drive. Turning in I can see the old mossy roof peaking out between the trees. I hop out of my truck as soon as I get in front of the cabin eager to stretch my legs and back. My body feels like it aged ten years in that two hours. I pull the key out of my pocket as I walk up the steps to the front door. The door groans as I push it open and my nose is assaulted with the stale scent the cabin has taken on. I use the coat rack to prop open the door as I make my way through the cabin opening all the windows, with any luck it will air out by tonight. The dust coating my hands reminds me of the supplies I brought along. Grabbing the tub filled with the cleaning supplies I make my way back in ready to put in the old elbow greases as they say. By sundown, I have most of the cabin clean and I push open Grandpa’s room, the one I’ve been putting off. His old captain hat sits on the dresser by the frame. I pick the frame up and dust it off to see our smiling faces, Grandpa with his captain's hat and me with the co-captain shirt he got me. I loved that shirt, mom had to bribe me with candy to get me out of it. I place the frame back and see a folded piece of paper sitting on top of the hat. I unfold it and tears fall from my eyes as I read his shaky writing. You’ve been promoted to captain little sailor, give em hell.