>Sebastian
“Come out with us,” Seguin urged from the locker next to mine.
“I’m fine. You guys have fun,” I said as I fastened my watch on my wrist.
“Sebastian, seriously,” Seguin insisted. He faced me with his hands on his hips. We lost the Cleveland game, and I was benched for one more for disappearing. After losing that next one, Coach was relieved to have me back on the ice. We were on a roll now, but I’d basically given up almost all my captain duties to Seguin.
“I don’t want to go out,” I told him.
“Come on. Ali got all the girlfriends and wives to join us. Natalie’s sister is in town, so we can watch the rookies try to take her home. Just one drink and some food,” he tried.
“I said I don’t want to go out, Seguin. Leave it alone.”
“When are you going to act like part of
