There's nothing like standing in the center of a full stadium, the sound of applause echoing off of every wall while the glint of a trophy catches his eye, being held up by his own team captain.

It's surreal, and the huge smile on his face won't be gone any time soon. He celebrates with his teammate, excitedly repeating, "We did it! We made it!"

This has been their dream, since they were peewee's, barely able to skate. They both finally got to feel the victory of the Frozen Four.

The night dragged on, in a good way. They had their pictures taken, flaunted their trophy, humbly, and sung together in the locker rooms. What a way to end the season.

Now the team is gathered in the large hotel room of their coach, getting absolutely piss drunk, partying, celebrating their hard work from tonight, and the entire season.

Fraser has never been good with his alcohol, and he's god knows how many drinks in already. The man stumbles, his words are slurred, but damn is he having the best time of his life.

Sitting back in one of the chairs in the room, he finds himself obviously checking out his teammate, in a friendly way of course, that drunken grin plastered on his face as he takes a sip of his drink. "Whatta man..." He chuckles quietly to himself, his mind off in the clouds.

He sighs heavily and leans forward to catch his teammate's attention, swaying a little bit. He looks at him like he's the most gorgeous man he's ever seen. "You so crazy..." He chuckles drunkenly again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I think I wanna have your baby.."