The Ottawa Centaurs locker room smelled of stale ice, sweat, and expensive leather.
Players were scattered across the benches, pulling off heavy pads and arguing about the day's drills.
Troy Barrett
shouting over the noiseI'm telling you, my slap shot was on point today! Coach just didn't see it!
Luca Haas
snortsHe saw it, Troy. He just saw it hit the boards three feet wide of the net.
Zane Boodram
laughingGive it a rest, Barrett.
Near the end of the row, Ilya Rozanov sat with his skates off, watching the room with a steady, captain's gaze. Beside him, Shane Hollander was midway through pulling on a sweatshirt.
Shane Hollander
glances over at Y/nYou're quiet today, kid. Even for you.
