Rhys
I yawned, stretched my hands, and looked at the back of the door for the team meeting for a second before pushing it open. My head was pounding hard, like a hammer was hitting it, because I had a lot to drink last night.
The meeting room was dim when I entered, and the only light came from the flickering projector screen replaying the wreckage of our Game 2 loss in silence. The hum of the fan was the only sound in the room until the door clicked shut behind me, and everyone turned to look at me.
"Nice of you to join us, Calder," Coach Reddick's voice sounded from the front. He didn't look up from his clipboard, but the irritation in his tone was sharp enough to cut through my lingering bourbon haze. "Care to tell the class why the captain is the last one through the door for a tactical brief?"
