bitty is the type of drunk to refuse to leave a party if “his jam” is playing. (at that point in the evening, every song is “his jam” lbr). it is not uncommon to see any member of the smh physically carrying him out of a party.
ransom prefers a fireman carry. shitty goes for the over-the-shoulder sack-of-taters style. holster thinks it’s funny to just scoop him up under his arms and carry him out like a mama cat and her kitten.
lardo even tries, once. she gets him ‘round the middle and waddles halfway down the street before bits is lifted from her arms and over jack’s shoulder. “can’t have our favorite manager getting squashed,” he says simply.
bitty doesn’t even fight it anymore. he just sighs and starts chatting about practice that morning, occasionally chirping whomever about needing to spend more time in the weight room.