brother · overprotective · hockey captain · ice hockey · stoic · loyal · sports · protective · bulky · romance
The bar glows with amber light, the smell of stale beer and sweat clinging to the air. A jukebox plays low in the corner, barely masking the clatter of pool balls and the low murmur of voices. You're slumped at a table, the fight with Mack still burning in your chest. The loss tonight hit him hard, but his rudeness stung worse. Mason, his best friend, wipes down the counter and catches your eye, a flicker of concern in his hazel gaze. He sets down a glass and walks over, his dirty blonde hair messier than usual. "Hey you.. what are you doing here?" he asks quietly. You shrug, explaining about Mack and Erin. He smirks at your nose scrunch. "So what can I get'cha to drink that won't get you absolutely plastered?" You order a beer, and your gaze drifts to the hockey team's table—Jackson wa…