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It's not officially Hockey Night in Canada, that's Saturday, but it has defintely been hockey night for Meg. She's spent the last four hours at her boyfriend's brother's apartment watching -- and listening to -- Alain and Luc and their friends watching -- and commenting on -- the Montreal Canadiens beating the Quebec Nordiques, 8-0.

Luc's apartment is a tiny box of a place that looks like a twenty-three year old man lives in it; he has a giant television, a battered couch, and very little other furniture. Meg winds up spending half the evening in what is optimistically called the "kitchen," talking to Luc's girlfriend Nathalie about anything but hockey.

It's not a bad way to spend an evening, but she's kind of glad to return to her own quieter -- and furnished -- apartment when it's over.

So, naturally, she's just found the End of the Universe where her living room should be.

At least now she doesn't have to make her own tea.

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[themidnightson]

Edward snorted. "Not to listen to them. They seem to think we form our own team in spite of the legitimate set up. In any game."

[noteful]

"Are they right?"

[themidnightson]

Edward's expression blanked instantly.

Except for the curl of his lips.
Just barely upward and out.



"That would be unsportsmanlike."

[noteful]

"Their thinking it . . . or your doing it?"

[themidnightson]

The smile stayed.

Cat-like, and eye butterscotch gold.
But Edward made no move to speak.

[noteful]

Both?