Summary:

Shane rolls his eyes and spits onto the ice. “Gonna play a clean game, Rozanov?”

Ilya laughs. “Unless you give me reason not to, Hollander.”

“That’s pretty weak.”

“Just like your backhand.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Ilya shakes his head, tutting. “Not good enough, Hollander, sorry. Want to try again?”

Shane huffs. “Don’t have time, gonna be busy kicking your ass.”

Ilya glances at the warm up timer, realizing belatedly that they actually only have a few more minutes. “Alright, fine. I will be expecting better during the game!”

“Expect whatever you want, Rozanov.” Shane pauses. “Except for winning. You’re not getting that.”

“Ooh, good one! Keep ‘em coming!”

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In which Shane and Ilya are mic'd up during a Voyagers v Centaurs game. They get into a chirp-off. That's is.