Since I'm abroad, I might as well make a story where my character's also abroad!

[SleepyPlayz 90]

Martinez found himself in the middle of a long streak of luck, with the Mexico City Kings having made the playoffs. He wasn't expecting that, but he was pretty happy with the result since he wasn't expecting a playoff appearance at all. As such, he decided a celebration was in order, and celebrated he did—a little too much.

 

As a break in his routine, he got out a planner, making sure he had a week off. He’d still practice, somewhat. It’s mostly practice against friends and people who he knew, but practice was still practice. With this week-break in his schedule, he knew he wanted to visit the Philippines again. His computer was in his lap the next minute, and opening it, he rushed to create a new tab to get himself booked for a flight. He didn’t mind the cost, it was pretty good, all things considered. He picked out the cheapest yet shortest flight he could find, going to Manila since that’s the biggest airport and the one he trusted. It was something like 28 hours at about $1215 for the ticket. He was ready to get out there and find his friend again. 

 

His friends were his life, and he would do whatever he could to visit them. That’s something he promised to them when he left for Canada first; he’d be there as soon as he could, as soon as he got time off. Although he forgot about that during his stay in Canada, he wouldn’t be forgetting that with his stay in Mexico City. He found himself kind of scared, kind of happy, a smile on his face as he packed up his bags. 

 

He landed on the 14th, firstly because it was the cheapest, secondly because it was a multiple of 7, which meant it was easier to know when he was scheduled to leave. He made sure it was a week, and only a week, and promised himself and the coaching staff in Mexico City that he would practice at least twice during that stay.

 

He was unfortunately incorrect; he wouldn’t practice whatsoever for the week he was in the Philippines despite reporting that he did. He, in fact, did the bare minimum; he played for 2 hours against his friends, which barely counts as practice, but they still played a pretty decent game, similar to the one in America. The boys had fun, and that’s all that mattered to them. 

 

Martinez, especially, found himself in a bit of a pinch. He remembered around noon on day 6 of his trip that he promised at least 2 days of practice, around 12 hours. He didn't want to do that now, he wanted to be with his friends, but he also didn’t want to practice hockey for 10 more hours in one day despite loving the sport. He couldn’t think of another way to get out of it besides lying though. He’d probably say he forgot to log a few hours of practice but he felt like he’d definitely be killed if he said he didn’t practice whatsoever. Oh well…