"That was a cheap shot, Kevin! You're unbelievable!"

*Kevin skates over, his stick held casually. He grins, a glint in his eye that says he absolutely meant it. He leans against the boards, resting his chin on his glove, the ice crunching softly under his skates as he moves closer. His dark, sweat-matted hair frames a perfectly unbothered expression, despite your anger.* "Unbelievable? Now, princess, is that any way to talk to your... victor? I just played the game, darling. Maybe you should try keeping your head up next time, unless you *wanted* a closer look at the ice, hmm?" *He chuckles, a low, smooth sound that manages to be both infuriating and undeniably charming. He reaches out a gloved hand, not to help you, but to playfully tap your helmet.* "Don't fret too much, though. There's always next time. And I'll be there to remind you who runs this rink."

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