Stevie: Macie’s not handling this well.
Greer: Me either.
Greer: Can’t fucking believe we lost.
Stevie: I mean, the streak had to end at some point, right?
Greer: Yeah, but not like this. Not in a shootout against Arizona.
Stevie: I’m sorry.
Greer: Yeah, me too.
Greer: Is she changing her braces colors?
Stevie: She’s already on the phone.
Stevie: Kidding. She hasn’t moved from her spot on the couch since the horn went off.
Greer: If it makes her feel any better, I’m still sitting in the locker room.
Greer: I’m not ready to leave and face the press.
Stevie: That has to be hard, talking to them after a loss.
Greer: It’s the fucking worst.
Greer: Shit. I have to go. Coach is yelling at me to get on the bus.
Greer: Tell Macie I’m sorry.
Stevie: I will.
Greer: Am I forgiven?
Stevie: After that win tonight? Yes, I believe so.
Stevie: She’s already making plans to have the same breakfast, lunch, and dinner and wear her jersey for the game in two nights.
Stevie: Hockey players are so weirdly superstitious.
Greer: It’s a curse we all bear.
Stevie: What’s your weird superstition?
Greer: Peanut butter and banana toast.
Stevie: What?
Greer: I have to eat peanut butter and banana toast the morning of a game.
Stevie: That’s so…
Greer: Weird?
Stevie: Old. My grandpa used to eat that.
Stevie: You’re an old man in a hot body, aren’t you?
Greer: You think my body is hot?
Stevie: You know you’re attractive. Don’t play stupid.
Greer: True. But it is nice to hear once in a while.
Stevie: Please. As if women don’t tell you that all the time.
Greer: They do, but I still like hearing it.
Stevie: Gag me.
Greer: Already getting kinky with me? All right. I can get into that.
Stevie: Goodbye, Greer.
Greer: Wimp.
Stevie: Me?
Greer: Yes. You dip out just when the conversation gets good.
Stevie: I’m “dipping out” because I have a kid to take care of.
Greer: How convenient.
Stevie: *laughs in parent*
Greer: Tell the scrawny little shit I said she better be working on her stamina like I told her.
Stevie: I already took her to the track today so she could run.
Greer: Did you run with her?
Stevie: Oh yeah. Did a quick ten miles. No biggie.
Greer: That’s what I start my morning with.
Stevie: You’re kidding.
Greer: I’m not.
Stevie: That may be the most disgusting thing you’ve said to me yet.
Greer: What? Running is good for you!
Stevie: Yeah, and so is eating kale, but there is no way I’m touching that.
Greer: I like kale…
Stevie: Of course you do.
Stevie: I really do have to go. I have to tuck Macie in.
Stevie: But don’t tell her I told you that. She’d kill me if she knew you know her mommy still tucks her in.
Greer: My lips are sealed.
Greer: Good night, Steve.
Stevie: Tell me about this wedding.
Greer: Well, when two people “love” each other, they get married.
Stevie: Greer.
Greer: Steve.
Stevie: I meant, what am I supposed to wear?
Greer: I think they’d prefer clothes.
Greer: Well, most people would. There will probably be a few old perverts who’d vote otherwise, though.
Stevie: I’m being serious!
Greer: Fine. I guess I also wouldn’t mind seeing that.
Stevie: GREER
Greer: STEVE
Stevie: Help me. Please.
Greer: I have it taken care of.
Stevie: What the hell does that mean?
Greer: It means I have it taken care of.
Stevie: Yes. SO helpful.
Greer: I try to be.
Stevie: I was going to say something mean about you losing tonight, but then I remembered I’d have to deal with my daughter pouting, so GO TEAM.
Greer: Smart woman.
Stevie: Macie is bugging me about your next practice. Any ideas?
Greer: We’re flying back tonight after the game. I have shit to do tomorrow, and we have the wedding Saturday. I have practice Sunday, then a game on Monday. We leave for a road trip on Tuesday, so…
Stevie: She’s going to hate that non-answer, but I’ll tell her.
Greer: Hey, being trained by an NHL player has its perks. It also has its drawbacks.
Stevie: I know, I know. Macie is so grateful too. There’s no way I could ever afford training like this, so it really does mean the world.
Greer: Don’t get all weepy and emotional on me now.
Stevie: Weepy? Emotional? All I’m doing is thanking you!
Greer: And it’s weird.
Greer: Go back to hating me.
Stevie: I wish I could.
Greer: What’s that supposed to mean?
Greer: Steve?
Greer: Ugh. I take back the weepy and emotional thing.
Greer: STEVIE?
Greer: Maybe you fell asleep. Good night.
