Epikegsters, man. They’re fucked up. Like, wake up in the wrong bed wearing someone else’s underwear, possibly in the wrong time zone kind of fucked up. Every single (epic) time.
Holster has a good night at first — he and Ransom spend the evening wheeling volleyball girls (and accidentally, Chowder) with ghost stories and hockey trivia, and then there’s the whole epic Kent Parson appearance, and the tub juice is extra dire. Lardo is magnificent, ruling the party in every possible way. Even Jack is more in the party spirit than usual, hanging out all casual with Bitty - thank fuck those two are friends now, it was no fun when they were feuding or whatever.
But later on, the vibe shifts. March and April head home early with Farmer because they all have practice the next morning, Kent Parson stalks out of the Haus looking like someone threw up on his Mercedes (not out of the realms of possibility) and somehow Holster ends up sober enough that Shitty sticks him with frog duty.
By the time he wanders back back from escorting Nursey, Dex and Chowder back safely to their dorms, the party has dropped to a dull roar, and Ransom has left a jock strap on the door as the universal sign of getting some.
At least he tossed Holster’s pillow and blanket outside the door first, so it’s not a complete kick in the balls.
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It’s the middle of the night, and Bitty skillfully sneaks into Jack’s bed to cuddle up with his boyfriend.
Jack’s immediate reflex is to yell “Goddammit, Shitty!”
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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.)
Ransom landed in his seat barelyfive minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped upagainst the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out ofthe sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glanceand a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.
“I know, I know. Kid broke off twoof her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do somecomposites.”
She grimaced. “Ugh.”
“Why do you ask me these thingswhen you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’ssake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”
“I’m in it for the butts.”
He grinned as he took in the playerstretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shitswill like that one?”
“I call it ‘Spread,’” she saidloftily.
He choked and was suddenly glad hehadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shitstonight anyway?”
She waved a hand vaguely, barelymissing 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 longhave you guys been here?”
“Hours.”
“Couldn’t get anyone to strip foryou?”
“Shut up.” Then she turned to himand smiled slowly.
Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Ohgod. What?”
“There is some news you’ll want.”
“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.
“New ref.”
Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’minterested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased orsomething else?”
“Tall. He’s supposed to be verytall. You’ll see.”
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