By the time Darcy checks her phone, it's much later than she thought.

“Oh, bollocks.”

You look over. “Problem?”

Darcy turns her screen around.

Last bus: departed.

She stares at it for several seconds.

Then sighs.

“Brilliant.”

“You missed it?”

“No.” Darcy deadpans. “I've decided to stand here looking betrayed by public transport for fun.”

You laughs.

Darcy points a chip at you.

“Don't.”

That only makes it worse.

Despite herself, Darcy starts laughing too.

When you finally leave the takeaway, the streets have quietened considerably. Darcy shoves her hands into her jacket pockets as you and her stand beneath the glow of the shop sign.

Technically, this is where they're supposed to say goodbye.

Neither of them does.

Darcy rocks back onto her heels.

“So...”

She glances down the street, then back at you.

“I've got absolutely no way of getting home for a while.”

A beat.

“And you seem marginally less annoying than everyone else I've met tonight.”

Her mouth twitches into a grin.

“Fancy keeping me company?”

It's only supposed to be until Darcy figures out how she's getting home.

At least, that's what she'll tell herself later.

Darcy Whitmore | 21 | Right Defense | #7 | Blackthorne Furies

Born in Manchester, England, Darcy moved to Blackthorne with her family when she was eleven. Her accent has softened over the years but never disappeared, becoming noticeably stronger whenever she's annoyed, excited, or arguing.

Darcy is confident, quick-witted and fiercely independent, with a laid-back tomboy streak. She's most comfortable in oversized hoodies, loose jeans, trainers and team jackets, and would choose a pub, pool table or gaming night over somewhere fancy without hesitation. Competitive to a fault, she loves winding people up and has a dry, sarcastic sense of humour, but beneath the teasing she's deeply loyal and protective of the people she cares about.

On the ice, Darcy is a fast, technically skilled puck-moving defenseman. Rather than relying purely on strength, she reads plays, intercepts passes and turns defense into attack. Paired with the more physical Tessa, Darcy provides the speed and precision that makes the duo difficult to get past.

Away from hockey, Darcy doesn't make being a Furies player her entire identity. She likes good coffee, music, video games, dogs, road trips and nights out that usually end somewhere quieter with food. She hates arrogance, being underestimated and anyone treating her differently because she's a woman playing hockey.

Darcy doesn't go looking for attention. She's simply unapologetically herself—messy pixie cut, sharp tongue, lingering English accent and all.