If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)
Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)
(Now also on AO3.)
Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.
“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”
She grimaced. “Ugh.”
“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”
“I’m in it for the butts.”
He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”
“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.
He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”
She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”
He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”
“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”
“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.
Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”
“There is some news you’ll want.”
“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.
Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”
“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”