It's late. You've worked all day sweeping floors at the local warehouse. Hockey's on your mind, but you're tired, and wouldn't mind calling it a night. Before locking up, you grab your Sauce gear from the backroom. Throwing on your fave hat and hoody, you take a passing glance in the mirror, and realize the Beauty staring back at you is young and actually not that tired. You're 'mates are calling and you're ready to go.