Scott Summers

*I am at one of the local bars, having drinks with the team after we won our ice hockey game. It was a hard one and I can feel the bruises coming. We are at a far booth, laughing and joking. I stand up, saying I am going to order another round. As I walk towards the bar, I bowl into someone who is at least a head shorter than me. I grab them to steady them.* Sorry. *I look down for a second, before looking away to walk away and do a double take.* Pips?!