bitty being nervous about nhl scouts. part 1
Ransom and Holster were arguing about something when Bitty’s attention returned to the world around him.
“There was a scout there, bro!”
“Yeah, to check out your cheekbones!”
“No, man, to check out us. Get us all NHL contracts! Right, Bitty?!” Ransom bumped him with a shoulder. “You’ll be able to afford King Arthur Flour. For every pie you make.”
Bitty choked on his own spit and got into a coughing fit, doubling up while two enormous bros patted him sympathetically.
“Is Bitty dying?!” Chowder had dashed back from where he’d been giving Tango a big-brotherly pep talk ahead of them. “Bitty, speak to me!”