Thankfully, he shakes it off and climbs back to his feet, but Jennie’s not having it. She leaps to her feet, tossing the licorice at me as she slams her palms on the glass. “Toss that fucker in the penalty box! Go back to New York! We play real hockey here, you fucking douche-waffle!” Adam drops his head in his net, shoulders shaking with laughter. Emmett slaps the glass and hollers, spurring Jennie on, and Garrett peers up at her with this little half smile as he shuffles down the bench.
