Chapter 376: Debbie XII—One Helluva Mood

“Can you believe that little whore!” Jo exclaimed as she swung her long leg over the boards and plopped herself onto the bench. “Now she thinks she can hit our men! The nerve! She’s gonna get it real bad next time we’re on the ice… Peter are you okay?”

Debbie looked at Peter, who grimaced and groaned and put his hand on his left thigh. She lifted her eyebrows and really couldn’t help but grin a little bit. “She hit you that hard hon?” Really, the shock of that hit still resonated in her nerves, even jolting her with a little adrenaline, what the hell did Cecile have for breakfast that morning?

“No!” Peter said quickly and he straightened in his seat. “No she didn’t even hit me that hard, I think she took my skates out from under me with her stick or something.” His accent sounded hurried and almost a little frantic, a sure sign that not all was well in the health of Peter Forsberg.

“She did hurt you!” Debbie breathed. “How bad?”

“She didn’t!” Peter exclaimed.

“Hey there ain’t any shame in it,” Jo said, not even breathing heavily or sounding in the least bit labored, um yeah, Debbie decided she hated Jo today. “Baby her center of gravity is real low and all that, she could have easily taken out your knee or something, I mean she went at you like a psycho I can’t believe there wasn’t a call on it!”

“Yeah right,” Keaner said, “Do you really think Mitchell would make a call on his Nanny? He’d probably penalize Peter here for diving or something.”
Debbie nodded. “Good point.” Then she narrowed her eyes as the fact occurred to her. “But he did call me on a roughing penalty. Hey what’s up with that?”

Keane nodded and Debbie looked into his china blue eyes. “It happens Mrs. Sakic, the Nanny is usually the good guy, don’t think too much on it.”

“Oh I will think on it!” Debbie exclaimed and she felt heartbroken and betrayed and she really, really wanted to pound Cecile into the ice. How dare she think she can just waltz in and steal her children, and, and frolic around with her husband on the ice as if she belonged at his side! The nerve! “He calls me for a roughing penalty and Cecile doesn’t get anything even after injuring Peter!”

“I’m not injured!” Peter snapped. “She didn’t even tweak me!”

“Oh Debbie it isn’t so bad,” Michele said kindly and Debbie shrugged her shoulders, not even wanting to be comforted. “It isn’t bad like you think yes?”

“How is Cecile injuring Peter and not getting called on it not bad?” Debbie replied tilting her chin up and glaring at the Frenchwoman who lifted an eyebrow.

“HEY!” Peter barked.

“Oooo pssht!” Mimi said with a flick of her wrist. “Do not you remember eh? Mitchell called you on roughing because he was lonely, he just wanted to be with his mother, with you darling. So forget about Cecile injuring Peter.”

“I’M NOT INJURED!” Peter roared.

Debbie rolled her eyes and Michele turned her body so that it blocked Peter from interacting with either one of them. “But you see what I mean, eh?”

Silly embarrassment rushed through Debbie and she felt her cheeks redden. “Yeah I didn’t think about it that way, must be the competition in this game or something, heh, poor Cecile I was about ready to fire her just now.”

Michele giggled and winked. “Oh not just yet please yes?”

“Well if that Catholic School Girl thinks she can just dance on that ice out there and score and hit our men and that she’s the only one who can do that she’s got another thing coming to her!” Josefina declared. “Ladies we gotta make some noise of our own!”

“Hey sorry to interrupt your sewing circle,” Mike Modano said as he hopped back onto the bench, “but do you ladies realize that four goals have been scored while you’ve been chatting?”

Michele laughed and Debbie frowned. “Hey I heard the noise, four? Wow! I mean I knew the crowd was yelling a lot so I figured something must have happened but…”

The crowd began screaming again and Debbie looked at the ice to see Brandi, poor ineffectual Brandi with her arms crossed as David Aebischer’s girlfriend celebrated a goal, hugging the line mates who had helped her make it happen. Debbie rolled her eyes; apparently Joe and Cecile had adopted the girl for that shift and of course got instant results.

“That makes five now,” Modano nodded.

“Seriously, we gotta make noise of our own,” Jo said with a clenched fist. “Brandi sucks and the game’s tied now! I wanna win dammit! Not that stupid magical foo-foo lookie at our talent and all the love couple. I mean they injured my boyfriend for Crissakes are we gonna stand for that!”

“I’M NOT INJURED!” Peter cried.

“No we sure as hell won’t stand for that!” Debbie snapped. “It’s uncalled for!”

“Yes, how dare they do this horrible thing and injure our beautiful…” Michele began before Peter growled and covered her mouth with his glove. Of course that couldn’t smell very nice and Debbie wrinkled her nose seeing the obvious disgust in Michele’s face. Michele squeaked and pulled Peter’s gloves off and turned around, hitting him.

“You stinky injured shit!” She snapped.

“Oh shut up!” Peter barked and he grabbed one of her hands and put it in her lap only freeing one of her hands with which she slapped him drawing a loud, jaunty laugh from Jo.

“Don’t touch me!” She snipped.

“I’m not injured,” Peter growled.

Michele made a fist and slugged him on his left thigh and Peter cried out and doubled forward. “Now you are!”

“Hey only I can injure my boyfriend!” Josefina cried out in outrage. “You French…”

“Oh I’ll give it right back at you!” Michele snarled leaning over Peter’s groaning body and making a fist at Jo who seemed more than ready to reply.

“LADIES!” Debbie cried, “We’re losing our heads here we can’t be fighting with each other for Gawds sake we gotta put our heads together and win this game and use our aggression on the enemy aye! We’re not the enemy aye! They are!”

Michele sat down with a huff and Josefina leaned on Peter’s back, as he was still doubled over, and she grimaced. “Woah, Debbie you really sounded Canadian there, can you just say ‘aboot’ and be done with it.”

Debbie felt her blood fire. “I’ll show you an aboot up your ass you smug…” She lunged at Jo but really had Michele and Peter to get through. Michele for her part grabbed Debbie and pressed her back into the bench. “Debbie no!” she cried. “We can’t be fighting each other yes; we have to save it for the game!”

“You’re right!” Debbie nodded. “Gawddammit Danny show us some more moves, be useful you twerp we gotta hit men too and show them who’s afraid!”

Like a little fawn or a calf or some other annoying cutesy little forest animal, Dan Hinote blinked. His cheeks pinked and he just looked completely uncomfortable and worried. “Um, yeah, you wanna hit? Um who do you wanna hit?”

Debbie nodded. “Well Jo wants to hit Scott Parker.”

“Fucking HELL!” Josefina exclaimed. “Yeah right!”

“Oh are you chicken?” Debbie replied, still bristled and raw. Oh sure Jo can bark the whole game about throwing weight around and making a point on the ice but when someone called her on her word…

“Hey look Danny’s on your line you can do it.”

Debbie tilted her chin up, “Why cause I’m beefy red neck canuck?” Yeah, she didn’t think she was all that mad at Jo to be precise, but her dander was up and that whole arrogant little tone of Jo’s voice just seconds earlier really had been directed at the wrong person.

Jo’s eyes widened and she didn’t look angry or spiteful as she did perplexed. “What is a canuck?” In fact Jo seemed a little worried now and that look pissed Debbie off even more cause the look seemed something like pity, almost as if she were afraid that Debbie had just suddenly gone insane. Oh yeah, Debbie felt ready to hit.

She looked at Danny. “Hey we’re up next, and I’m gonna hit… hit someone, just show me how, and don’t let me down cause I’m in one helluva mood!”

Dan grimaced. “I guess!”