Skulking around his own teammates' hotel was a new experience for Blair. But he decided the best way to get Nik's attention was the direct route. Technically speaking, he didn't think there were any League regulations keeping him from traveling with the Breakers. That was more a Breakers management thing—hey asshole, you're the one who acted up, so no time with your pals for a week.
Up until his impromptu trip to California, Blair had been a staunch proponent of following the rules. Now he stood outside the Parklands Anaheim, trying to look inconspicuous to the porters, waiting like some sort of pining idiot.
He'd rambled in when the team was at morning skate and left a message for Nik at the front desk. After morning skate, the Breakers almost always took the team bus back to their hotel of choice for a pre-game nap, that most important of hockey rituals. The bus was parked out back now, but Blair hadn't seen Nikita head to the desk to check his messages.
