the first three things that dex knows about chowder are as follows: his full name is christopher franklin chow, the first ice he ever skated upon was the faber rink at samwell, and finally, he was selected twenty-seventh overall in the 2014 nhl draft by the san jose sharks.
dex is eighteen years old and he's playing hockey with, scratch that, he's spending all his waking minutes with, a first round draft pick.
(and that's not even to mention jack fucking zimmermann playing right beside him on the ice)
he finds that he doesn't think about it as much as he expected to. his days aren't clouded with jealousy that his friend was scouted by nhl teams before dex even owned his own hockey skates. instead they're filled with laughter and hugs and cafeteria lunches that dex wouldn't change for the world. they're filled with cellies and pies and a truly insane amount of sharks merch.
but don't think for a second that, even though the draft had been completely normalised to him, dex even thought for a second that he could try and see if he could be drafted.
it doesn't cross his mind until he bumps into george martin outside of annie's and she asks him whether he's planning to make himself draft eligible this year.
dex isn't expecting that to say the least.
then she says "oh, we've really been keeping an eye on your this year. it would be a shame if we couldn't draft you" and dex's brain simply stops working.
he really isn't expecting that.
he's so not expecting it that he drops nursey's drink and pumpkin spice latte floods the pavement.
dex doesn't mind all that much.
when he gets back to his dorm, the first thing he does is call chowder and ask him to come over. the next thing he does is frantically google search how to enter the nhl draft, how to be drafted, will nhl teams want a gay ginger hockey player, college nhl draft odds. the next next thing that dex decides to do is wait to ask chowder these questions.
and then chowder- well, chowder asks jack for him.
but then suddenly he's being bombarded by emails from agents, from scouts, from personal assistants of personal assistants of important nhl people informing him about the details of the combine and then suddenly he's receiving information about the actual, real life, 2015 nhl draft.
holy shit.
jack and chowder and nursey all fly out to sunrise with him, insisting that they have to be there for such a momentous occasion, even though dex is certain that they all have much better things to be doing. but jack insists that it will just make his trip to georgia to visit bitty even more convenient, and chowder is just so excited and nursey is- well, nursey is nursey.
but then suddenly dex is on the stage and he's shaking hands with george martin and suddenly people are taking hundreds of photos of him, well him and jack, but mostly him, because-
well, because, he's william jacob poindexter, the first ice he ever skated upon was the pond in his uncle's backyard, and finally, he was selected thirteenth overall in the 2015 nhl draft by the providence falconers.
