“You guys are horrible,” Bitty laughed, his grip on Jack going slack with relief as their friends tried to figure out payment between them.
“The absolute worst,” Jack agrees, burying a smile into Bitty’s hair.
They didn’t care, and it was wonderful. Well, they shouldn’t say their friends didn’t care, obviously they’d invested some thought into their relationship, but they weren’t surprised. They expected it.
There was no judgement, no disgust, no anger, no hatred.
It was Holster, Shitty, and Lardo poking each other as they argued about who had won the bet while Ransom scribbled down a graph on a napkin.
It was four people who had already accepted Jack and Bitty for who there were because there was nothing different about them.
Just two hockey dorks in love with four asshole friends who were tossing quarters at each other in the booth.
THE SKIES ARE CLEAR WINE IS POURING FROM THE SKIES JACK AND BITTY ARE OUT AND I AM LIVING BECAUSE THESE BEAUTIFUL BASTARDS DON’T EVEN CARE LIKE THIS IS AS NATURAL AS BREATHING I LOVE THESE FUCKERS I’M GONNA MARRY THEM ALL