anyway hollanov divorce roleplay that at some point devolves into them just trying to one up each other
'get out. you know you shouldn't be here. it's been six months-'
'wow. six months already. guess time flies when you're having fun'
'this is your idea of fun, is it? getting kicked out of clubs and tattooing my name on your ass while you were drunk?'
'who told you that? every time i fucked one of your teammates i told them to keep that a secret'
'my teammates kept your secret just fine. your teammates, however-'
'ah, you could not get off with my team unless you were talking about my ass. i am flattered, hollander'
'i couldn't get off at all, actually. whole team had this sad vibe to it. it's hard to be sexy when you haven't made the playoffs since hockey was invented'
'the sad vibe was because they missed me. you see, i was busy marrying sveta in las vegas'
'i know. it was before our divorce officially came through. i've reported you for bigamy and they're gonna revoke your citizenship'
'sorry was that too much'
'no, is fine. i will hide from immigration with these nice people i have formed a throuple with. you might know them, they are called yuna and david-'