Page 13 of Net and Chill

CRAIG: Nope. My friend Sawyer and his wife are doing an orphans Thanksgiving dinner, so I’ll go to that.

CRAIG: I gotta go to sleep. See you in the summer, Stitch.

BRIDGET:

Three Summers Ago

SAWYER: You left the party early, motherfucker.

CRAIG: Aww I’ll miss you all summer too, Cranky Poo.

SAWYER: When do you leave for Canada?

CRAIG: Tomorrow.

SAWYER: Just can’t wait to see the girl, huh?

CRAIG: Which girl?

SAWYER:

CRAIG: If she isn’t seeing someone else and I don’t meet someone else, then I’ll definitely see Stitch. There’s no obligation either way.

SAWYER: Right. Super chill. Does she know you haven’t been seeing anyone else since you last saw her?

CRAIG: That is hockey business. She doesn’t need to know.

SAWYER: Right. Because if you’d been tending anyone else’s net we wouldn’t have made it to the playoffs. Guess you better have more sex with Stitch this summer so we’ll be lucky enough to win the Cup next season.

CRAIG: Hey, I stopped pucks. I’m finally a Vezina finalist. Maybe the forwards need to be more selective about whichnets they’re skating toward. But yes, I will definitely hook up with her more for the team. In a casual way.

SAWYER: drhtfyguhilophjklyu

CRAIG: Well, excuse me.

SAWYER: That was my son. And nothing about you is casual.

CRAIG: Hey, buddy! Tell your dad to smile more and I’ll see him in September.

SAWYER:

SAWYER: That was me.

CRAIG: Wheels down in Vancouver. You free this week, Stitch?

BRIDGET: Hey! Yeah, I’ll be around most of the week, but I’m in a wedding on the weekend.

CRAIG: Interesting.

BRIDGET: Remember my friend Penny who met Stewart that night we…watched Jaws together? They’re getting married! I’m a bridesmaid.

CRAIG: Good for Stewart, once again.

BRIDGET: They’re really happy. It’s cute.

CRAIG: You going out of town, then?

BRIDGET: No, they’re getting married here. Should be fun.