Best Game you can Name

Mǐn shivers and huddles lower in her blanket. And coat. And other blanket. 
"Aww, I'm sorry, Tim," says Lila. "But this'll be fun, pinky promise."
Yea, sure. You guys get to do jumps and twirls and be all pretty and I get to sit here and freeze to death. 
"And hey, if you're up for it, Tristan can take one arm and I'll get the other and maybe you can give it a shot," she continues.
 
"I have gone skating before," says Mǐn. 
"Didn't think it was cold enough in Hong Kong."
"Indoor rinks, school trips." Mǐn shrugs. 
"Right, duh, major idiot at one o'clock," laughs Lila. 
Tristan huffs. "Dude, seriously, it does not take that long to do up skates."
"Uh, hello, I've got figure skates? Just gimme a sec!" 
But eventually they do step (or are pushed) from the hallway and into the ice-coated hangar.
 
Maybe this is a /little fun. Mǐn settles back and tries to relax a bit. 
"They," said Lila, pointing over Mǐn's left shoulder at a number of uniformed skaters (in the same colours she wears), "are the players. Those guys in track suits are coaches." 
"And them?" asks Mǐn, turning away to another group of players (in the same colours Tristan wore). 
"We're ignoring them."
"Hey!" snaps Tristan. 
"And I suppose all the pretty coloured blobs are PPDC?" Mǐn asks sweetly. 
"You know all this," says Lila. 
"That's what the internet is for." 
"Just ferme toi and let us teach you about the awesomeness of hockey," protests Tristan. 
"Think fast," says Mǐn. "Triplets don't believe the Marshall let people flood the hangar!" 
Much scrambling ensues as they slip and slide to get the three of them and the ice in the picture. 
They end up with a skate and a half, a bit of Tristan's head, an eye of Lila's, and a chunk of Mǐn's forehead. A third of the frame was dedicated solely to ice except a tiny bit of someone else's skate. 
"Tristan, you wrecked the picture!" whines Lila.
"Dude," spits Tristan as Number 16 glides by. 
"I'm sorry!" moans Number 16. 
"I don't want your fucking apologies, I want you to fucking score."
"If it's any consolation, I want to score too?"
"Empty net, dude, empty net."
Number 16 cringes and retreats.
 
"That was pretty cool," says Number 98, snapping his body sideways and stopping in a spray of ice. He nods at Lila. "Not gonna talk to you."
She gives him the finger.
"Maybe gonna talk to you," he says to Tristan. 
"Even though I'm awesome?"
"I do not want to risk our mojos cancelling each other out."
A heavily-padded player skated by and drops tin foil hats on all their heads. 
"And you," continues Number 98.
Mǐn tries peering out from under her hat. 
Lila twitches it into place. 
"You look like a rainbow puked all over you." 
"My hosts were gracious enough to lend me colours," says Min.
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