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Cliff

Roz was completely in his element even in a shitty little police precinct at 3am. Cliff tried to hide his own shit-eating grin, man, Roz really was something else. He shook every cop’s hand and thanked each of them with that mixture of self-effacement and cockiness that you kind of had to be non-American to actually pull off. On a few occasions Cliff had leveraged his fame to get out of a speeding ticket but he felt clunky, awkward and downright stupid doing it. Yet Roz was glad-handing the cops into writing a false fucking report with a genuine smile on his face. Didn’t seem fair for a guy to be rich, talented, handsome, and that charismatic. 

But, God giveth and taketh away. And Cliff knew that Rozanov was also a fucking mess. 

After another twenty minutes or so of bullshit, they finished up their little show and made their way out to Cliff’s car. With every step Roz sunk a little deeper into his actual mood, which was decidedly less cheery than the face he put on for the cops. Cliff had gotten pretty used to the mood swings. Rozy had high highs and bleak fucking lows. 

This year was a definite high. Roz was playing well, seemed happy, seemed steady. He still went out with the boys but he wasn’t getting as shit-faced, wasn’t fucking every chick who smiled at him, had mostly stayed away from drugs. It’d been good. It wasn’t until Cliff got a call from Hollander in the middle of the night that he realized he’d been waiting all season for the other shoe to drop. 

As far as crash-outs went, though, this wasn’t half bad. Roz got picked up for fighting, sure, but there were no charges, likely wouldn’t be a news story or anything and, sure, Roz was drunk, a little beat up from his tussle with Pike, but he didn’t need an ambulance. Didn’t have that look in his eye he used to get, like he was gonna burn shit down. He wasn’t face down in piss and vomit, like he’d been in the past. 

This was what progress looked like. Probably. Cliff’s captain was growing up. Fucking finally.

Cliff walked Roz around to the passenger side door like they were on a date. He threw his arm over Roz’s shoulder and playfully shoved him into the car. “You’re a fucking beautician, Roz.”

“Yes, yes, I know.”  

“So,” Cliff settled into the driver’s seat and started to pull away from the station. “What the fuck was that?”

Roz smirked and brought a cigarette to his mouth, waving his hand. “I should have done that in October. On the ice. Maybe tonight would have been avoided if Pike had learned a lesson back then.”

“Sure, Pike’s been begging for a beatdown, but Hollzy says you pulled out of a cop’s hold just to get another hit in.” 

“Hollzy?” 

Cliff turned to face Roz, he looked delighted. Amused. “Yeah, Shane Hollander. Hollzy.” 

“So you two are Hollzy and Marly to each other now? Interesting.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, you know he’s a good guy. You two have been good a while, anyway, haven’t you? Thought you kissed and made up at that all stars game last year. And he helped you out tonight, man.”

“Ehh, yes, I like Hollander. He is good to play against, fun to chirp. Boring, though.”

“But funny,” Cliff said.

“Funny?”

“Yeah, dry or whatever they call it. But he was cracking me up. I think you’d get along really well, actually. We should go out with them after playoffs.”

Roz blinked twice. “You think we should go out with the Metros after playoffs? You just picked me up from a fucking police station for fighting them.”

“Pike can eat a dick, I meant Hollzy. I like him.” 

“I think Hollander is more trouble than you think,” Roz said. 

Cliff laughed, that seemed hard to believe. Hollander had a reputation as a good guy, quiet. He did read as intense a lot of the time, especially on the ice where he was downright lethal. But otherwise he was known as a Golden Boy for a reason, and had the best media training in the league. 

“But, yes, I do like the idea of getting Hollander drunk, seeing what he gets up to.” Roz pulled out his phone and started texting. Cliff let the silence settle a minute, let Roz finish his cigarette. 

“That your Montreal girl? You gonna tell her you got locked up? She gonna be mad or hot over it, you think?”

“Blyat, I wish I could see her tonight. The things she would do to my cock, I can’t even describe, Marly. But instead, fucking Hayden Pike…” 

Cliff let out a laugh but then he saw how fucking sad Roz looked. Oh, he thought, this part is the actual crash out. “So wait…why the fuck did you almost catch a criminal charge and a suspension or whatever else over Hayden fucking Pike? I’ve never seen anyone’s chirping get to you. Not really and definitely not outside a game.”

Roz looked out the window. 

“He’s been on you all year, too, man. What the fuck happened?”

Roz lit another cigarette. 

“Is this about a girl?” Cliff pressed.

“You can drop me off on the next block, is not a far walk from there.”

“Fuck that! Are you and Pike fucking the same chick? Is Montreal–wait, he’s married, isn’t he? Roz, tell me that your Montreal girl isn’t his fucking wife…”

“Fuck, Marly, no! I have never fucked same girl as Hayden fucking Pike, okay?” Roz inhaled the rest of his cigarette like a champ. “But, yes, he knows my Jane. Found out about us at the end of last season. Pike thinks she can do better.”

Well that fucking tracked. Cliff loved Roz but wouldn’t be setting him up with any girls he cared about any time soon. “This is that same chick you’ve had a thing with for like years, right? Why would it be a problem?”

“We’re exclusive now,” Roz said, not meeting Cliff’s eye, sounding thoroughly dejected. 

Cliff didn’t really get it. Roz had been with Montreal Jane in some form or another since his rookie season. And while hickies and cat scratches weren’t an anomaly on Roz, sometimes after a visit to Montreal he looked like a fucking CSI victim. It was well-known in the locker room, everyone ragged on Roz for it. That girl fucked him stupid and kept dragging him back for more. He’d obviously been at least a little bit in love with her from the start. Roz once went on and on to Cliff and Hammer that he felt things for Montreal Jane “like horny” but “for time together.” This whole exclusive thing should put him over the moon. 

“Oh shit, man! That’s great! No one ever worked you up like she does, so congrats! Big step, huh? And I can finally meet her?”

“Very big step. But she has an important job, public-facing. And my reputation is...not what she wants. So, we keep it private. But Pike keeps pushing her to end it.”

“Ohhhh.” Well, fuck him, then. 

“Yeah.” Roz just watched the lights on the side of the river, like the saddest little six-foot-plus kicked puppydog you ever did see.

“Well, fuck that, man. You should have taken a few of Pike’s teeth tonight.” Cliff grinned. “Fuck, I’ll kick his ass. He can’t make anyone break up with me.”

Roz smiled again, it was soft as hell. “I’m going to miss you, Marly. It’s not announced yet but I’m not resigning with Boston. Moving to Canada, to be closer to my Jane.”

Cliff could feel the blood in his ears. There were a lot of things Cliff wanted to say. Like, But we have a shot at the Cup, you fuckface, and Don’t be fucking stupid, she won’t even publicly acknowledge you, and Good pussy will change your life, huh? 

Instead he settled on, “Well, fuck you very much, Cap. But congrats, I’m happy as shit for you. You get her a ring yet?”

Roz shook his head. “Is bad luck to have ring too long. But we talked about it. Told her when I propose it will be so romantic. Candles everywhere, moonlight, by the water. I will ask the second she’s ready.”

Cliff pulled in front of Roz’s house. “Can’t wait to meet her, brother. Get some sleep, we have practice in like six hours.”

“Thank you, Marly. For everything. Tonight, this year, this decade. Thank you.”

“Mmm-hmmm. Go to sleep, Cap. See you tomorrow–or later today, whatever the fuck.”

Cliff watched as Roz made it to his front door and pushed inside. Then he pulled out his phone and tapped on his messages app. He updated “Hollander - Metros” to “Hollzy” and then started typing.  

Hollzy

Cliff: Thanks again, Hollzy
Cliff: you’re a good guy
Cliff: you get back okay?

Hollzy: yeah, we're good
Hollzy: and thanks for coming out, Marly
Hollzy: wasn't sure who else to call

Cliff: anything for Roz
Cliff: speaking of…I like you but you need to see about your boy 
Cliff: not my business but there’s some shit with Pike about Roz’s girl
Cliff: Pike’s crossing a line bringing it off the ice like that

Hollzy: no, I know all about that shit
Hollzy: we actually know her 
Hollzy: but it’s stupid, she and Rozanov are crazy about each other
Hollzy: I told Hayden to back off
Hollzy: maybe he will now 
Hollzy: we’ll see if the combined power of captain’s orders, getting decked by Rozanov, and spending a few hours in a Boston police station will be enough to teach a stupid fucking hockey player how to mind his business
Hollzy: scientists the world over are quivering with anticipation 

Cliff: LOL
Cliff: get drinks with us after playoffs
Cliff: I know this sounds crazy but I think you and Roz would legit be best friends

Hollzy: LMAO
Hollzy: not as crazy as you’d think
Hollzy: Rozanov secretly loves me
Hollzy: always has

Cliff smiled. Ilya fucking Rozanov was in love with some woman and moving to Canada for her. Fucking Shane Hollander and Hayden Pike knew Roz’s Montreal girl. And Shane Hollander supported Roz. The world was a weird place, but Cliff thought it was mostly the good kind of weird.

Hayden 

It was an excruciating ride back to the hotel. An even worse elevator ride. Shane hadn’t said a fucking word to Hayden. Any time he looked Hayden’s way he looked like he might start spitting fire. All Hayden’s rage and drunken confidence had faded away and he was left feeling physically cold. And small. And weirdly guilty. He checked his phone. Three texts from Jackie.

Jackie: We’ll talk when you’re home
Jackie: Shane may not want to forgive you
Jackie: You’re gonna have to work to fix it, babe

So that answered the question of whether Shane had called Jackie. 

They slipped back into their hotel room. It was nearing 4am and their plane was boarding at 8:40am. Hayden moved around the room, cleaning up his clothes, packing up. 

Shane still hadn’t spoken a word since they left the police station but was smiling at his phone as he texted. Hayden winced. That answered the question of whose side he was on. Hayden could see why Shane might take his boyfriend’s side on this one, but it still fucking hurt.

“I’m really sorry, man,” Hayden finally said.

“Don’t.” Shane cut him off. “I’m gonna shower." Shane plugged his phone into the charger and went into the bathroom.

Hayden tried to let his body sink into the mattress. He’d monumentally fucked up. It was one thing to get into a fist fight with Rozanov, which, could Shane really blame him? It was another thing entirely to get fucking arrested for it. It could fuck with the team as they were headed into playoffs. It could fuck with the Bears too, although since Rozanov got them arrested when he was trying to break Hayden’s jaw, Hayden felt less bad about that, but Shane would care.

Fucking Rozanov was like some kind of Russian witch or something. Why was he so goddamn charming? Couldn’t Shane see what an absolute asshole he was? It was fucked!

Shane’s phone dinged with a notification and when Hayden glanced over he realized Shane hadn’t locked the screen. The shower was running. The text thread with “Lily” was still open. Fuck it, he was already in so deep with Shane he might as well gain whatever advantage he could to make it right. He picked up the phone and scrolled up until he hit messages from earlier in the night. 

Lily 

Lily: I’m outside, my love, but take your time

Shane: Just ordered my second drink

Lily: I can wait
Lily: I am very patient

Shane: I’m a little tipsy
Shane: Wish we could dance

Lily: don’t say this to me
Lily: you will kill me, Hollander

Shane: Hayden is showing me more pics of ugly fucks
Shane: Wanna see your face instead

Shane: You should come inside

Lily: later 😈

Shane: no, srsly
Shane: wanna watch you dance. so sexxxy
Shane: please

Lily: you want me to show off for you?

Shane: maybe

Lily: anything for you

 

Oh, Hayden thought. Okay, so that’s what that was. Super weird, but he supposed it was a thing. He continued to scroll down. 

Lily: Marly is driving me home
Lily: are you okay, my love?
Lily: I’m so sorry

Shane: Ilya
Shane: I’m not remotely mad at you
Shane: You’ve held back for a fucking year
Shane: and I was ready to hit him myself with what he was saying

Shane: I’m beyond pissed at him
Shane: he crossed a fucking line

Well, shit. Hayden really did do the one fucking thing he wasn’t supposed to do when he got a little loose with his talk around the cops. He supposed he earned the bruised jaw and split lip, in that case. He turned back to the text thread, waiting for fucking Rozanov to finish him off while Shane was heated.

Lily: he cares about you, thinks he’s protecting you

Oh. So, Rozanov is defending me…well, fuck.

Shane: he’s overstepping
Shane: I don’t know how to be any clearer about it

Lily: I know
Lily: he is very stupid but I think it got through his tiny brain tonight

Shane: I’m serious, I’m over it
Shane: I done with him

Shit. This is...maybe even worse than I'd realized.

Lily: no, my love, try again
Lily: we spent so long pretending to hate each other, it cannot be easy for others to see our love

Why the fuck is Rozanov defending me? Rozanov doesn't even like me!

Shane: You don’t even like Hayden

Lily: at all
Lily: he is a terrible player and a boring person
Lily: and if I thought he was doing any of this to hurt you, he would not have as many teeth
Lily: but he is your friend. And he fights anyone who hurts you, even if he’s stupid and thinks that means me

Okay, well at least we're on the same page about that.

Shane: I love you
Shane: You really think I should forgive him?
Shane: Let it go?

Is Ilya fucking Rozanov going to be the one save my fucking friendship??

Lily: Yes

Lily: and don’t be too angry that he ruined tonight
Lily: I promise to make you come at least six times when we visit next month 😈😈😈

Gross. Also, what?! Six times in 24 hours?? What the hell kind of sex did they have?!

Shane: 🤔
Shane: get some sleep

Lily: How can I sleep? I keep thinking about you rescuing me
Lily: so sexy

Lily: Marly likes you now, by the way
Lily: says you are very funny
Lily: like I don’t know that 🙄🙄
Lily: calls you “Hollzy” 
Lily: says we have to party with you after we knock Metros out of the playoffs

And now other Bears players liked Shane too? Fucking perfect. 

Shane: you mean when we kick your ass
Shane: what’d you tell him?

Lily: I told him you are a very dangerous person
Lily: more trouble than he can believe
Lily: I told him to save himself and stay away from you

Shane: I dunno, he seems like a teddy bear. He pulls you out of trouble often enough
Shane: Plus, he’s pretty cute…

Lily: No!
Lily: my sweet, sweet Jane
Lily: don’t make me fight for your honor!!
Lily: Marly doesn’t deserve it, but I will break his face if I must
Lily: if you ask me I will tear out his heart and bring it to you
Lily: I do not want to go back to prison again :( 
Lily: but I will, for you
Lily: anything for you, always

 

Alright, Rozanov is pretty smooth, admittedly, Hayden inwardly acknowledged.

Shane: Freak.
Shane: I love you

Lily: love you
Lily: be nice to Pike

Ugh, he's defending me.

Lily: do you know he does math at the level of a child?

Okay, fuck him.

Lily: you told me was smart

Double fuck him. 

Lily: it makes me worry about your concussion
Lily: I owe Marly for that, too

Okay, that was pretty funny, actually.

Hayden came to the end of the thread and sat for a minute with the knowledge that Shane was deeply, deeply pissed at him. Another text notification popped up, this one from Cliff Marleau. 

Marleau: Adding you to the Atlantic Boyz and the Pretty Party Boys group chats

And now Shane's making friends on other teams too?

Marleau: Don’t add Pike

What the hell?! Is every single person against me, here? Except for Ilya Rozanov for some fucking reason?! Fuck!

Hayden put Shane’s phone down carefully. The shower was still running. Okay, so…Shane was really fucking mad. Not just about tonight but about all of it. Hayden’s whole attitude, or whatever. Shane was mad enough that he was considering ending their nine year friendship.

What had Hayden actually done, here? Not liked the guy that they had hated together for a fucking decade? Offered to set Shane up with other guys instead? Played dirty against Rozanov every chance he got? Insulted Rozanov every chance he got? Started a bar fight with Shane’s boyfriend? Got them both arrested?

Okay, yeah, when he put it all together like that it looked bad.

But Hayden had reasons! Reasons like, Rozanov was a fucking sex addict who definitely wasn’t going to settle down and treat Shane right. Probably.

That was, like, a reasonable objection. Shane just didn’t want to hear it. Probably hadn’t really thought it over. Although, Rozanov did have a lot to say about it. Had it all locked and loaded, like it wasn’t a big deal to talk about trauma and sex and intimacy and fucking queer philosophers when he was drunk at 2am.

And if everything Rozanov said was true then Hayden had been calling Shane’s emotionally wounded but working hard to recover boyfriend a sexual degenerate for nearly a year now. Hayden had been encouraging Shane to break up with him. Cheat on him. Move on to someone else. 

Okay, okay…yeah. That was pretty fucking bad. 

Hayden pressed into the bruise on his jaw. He sort of wished Rozanov had broken it. Probably his apology would go down a little easier if there was a physical sign of fuck-up on his face. Hayden sat on the bed, hands folded. He was going to try to make this right.

Eventually, Shane came out and sat on the bed. He wasn’t looking at Hayden.

“Shane, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Sorry for what, exactly?” Shane’s voice was flat, cold. His eyes were even worse. Is this what other players see at face off? Fuck, Shane is scary. 

“Fuck, for all of it! For this whole year.”

“I’m so pissed I can barely look at you, Hayden. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Okay, look, tonight was…”

“It was what?" Shane looked like he was ready to fight. Hayden had never really seen that in his face before. "What exactly was tonight for you? Because for me it was one night in a long line of nights where you treat me like I’m an idiot. Like I’m too stupid or naive to figure out my boyfriend is a piece of shit, which you just assume is true without even knowing him, by the way.”

Hayden nodded. “I know, I know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize how bad it was until tonight, okay? I mean, I kinda thought it was like a game, almost? I don’t know. I just was worried you were like, locked in on a guy who didn’t feel the same about you and thought if I joked about it wouldn’t be so painful, or something.”

Hayden kicked his foot at the carpet. This was fucking brutal. Why hadn’t he listened to Jackie and just kept his mouth shut about Ilya Rozanov for the past year??

“Maybe I played into it sometimes,” Shane said, voice still all steel. “But that’s just because it felt easier to joke along and insult every guy you tried to push on me instead of telling you to go fuck yourself. Maybe that would have gotten through. Or maybe I should have told Ilya to drop gloves back in October.”

Hayden felt like he'd been hit in the stomach. “I didn’t…fuck, man, I didn’t think, okay? Like, you go from hating Rozanov, he’s your biggest rival, to like, shhh we’re fucking to oh no, wait, now we’re dating. And it’s Rozanov! I’m sorry I didn’t take his professed monogamy seriously.”

“It doesn’t matter if you did, Hayden, it matters if I did. Because I did, and you never once tried to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I need more specifics, Hayds. I gotta know that you realize how fucked up it all was. Without that, I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll get past it.”

“I’m so sorry for being an asshole about your relationship.”

“How about for thinking that I don’t know the man I’m in love with? That I’m just some shy guy, who’s so desperate and so closeted that I’ll stay with the first guy who seduced me, and that I couldn’t possibly be in love with the man I’ve spent years getting to know?”

Ooof. That one hurt. It was one thing to be slow to come around to trusting a former rival and a known playboy. Even if Hayden hadn’t handled it well, Shane had to at least understand why it was an issue for him. But Hayden had completely disregarded everything Shane had ever told him about Rozanov. Hayden had just pretended like Shane was a kid who couldn’t possibly know better. Fuck, that was bad.

“Oh man.” Hayden put his head into his hands. “I’m an asshole. I never thought about it like that, but you’re right. I was, like, steamrolling you. I never tried to get to know him and I didn’t even trust that you had.” 

Shane finally looked at Hayden. He was a little softer. Still angry, but Hayden wasn’t terrified of that face. “Right. That’s the part that really pissed me off, Hayden. That you can’t see him as anything other than an asshole, can’t even imagine he’s something more to me.”

“I mean, Rozanov is an asshole. He’s a fucking terror, okay? But I get there’s more than that. And I’m sorry, I just thought the chirping and womanizing stuff was like, most of who he was, okay? And I was worried about you.”

Shane exhaled. Slowly, like he was controlling his anger. “Yeah, but you don’t get to make that call. He’s not just some guy I hook up with. He’s someone I want to build my life around. And you are one of three people who know about us. That’s it. My mom, my dad, and you. And this is how you behave. Do you have any idea how shitty it is?

Hayden looked down.

“And Ilya’s a better man than me because if it was fucking Marleau acting like this to him, I wouldn’t have Ilya’s patience. I’d have killed him. But it wouldn’t have gotten to that, because Ilya would never have let anyone say the shit about me that I let you say about him. I don’t know why I’ve let you. Another fucking point for him being the better man.”

Hayden felt small. “I’m sorry. Seriously. It’s just…I dunno. I didn’t get it." He took a deep breath. He had to do better for Shane. "Can you tell me about him? You know, the stuff I don’t see?”

Shane smiled. “He’s funny. And really smart. Not just for a jock, like you and me kinda are, he’s like, actually smart.”

“Yeah I picked up on that with the psychological torture he put me through tonight. He was talking about philosophy and like, types of math I’ve never even heard of before.”

Shane laughed. “His grandmother was a professor of mathematics at a university in Moscow.”

“What else?”

“He’s as competitive as I am. With everything. We work out together and it’s like our lives depend on it. He can talk to me about hockey all day. We spend hours assessing plays, other players, all that.”

“Kinda guessed that was part of it.”

“He’s a city boy. Had never done a fire pit before last summer. Never heard a loon. He’s afraid of spiders and can’t figure out how to fix anything. His sink was leaking and he called a plumber, all he had to do was tighten a single washer.” Shane looked so fucking fond, it was kind of breaking Hayden's heart a little bit.

Hayden laughed. “Jackie’s like that too, it’s kind of cute.”

“Right? His favorite book is Anna Karenina but only because his mom loved it so much. He reads me some passages in Russian, sometimes. He’s teaching me Russian. He’s got really into philosophy the last year, especially stuff around sex and queer relationships.”

“I honestly didn’t even know that was a kind of philosophy, I thought philosophy was like, Nietzsche.” 

A smile, a genuine smile spread across Shane's face. “Nah, he hates the existentialists or, well, the nihilists. Thinks they’re boring. Says depression is less interesting and romantic than they make it out to be. He read something by Wittgenstein in November and hasn’t shut up about philosophy of language ever since. He reads a lot, and watches tons of YouTube essays. Watches college lectures too, Oxford posts them online.”

So, the philosophy, the smart, quiet thing. It wasn't an act. It was who Rozanov actually was. “He sounds good for you. I’m sorry I was too wrapped up in my own bullshit to see how happy he makes you.”

“Thank you, Hayden. Thanks for trying. But, fair warning, I can’t take any more of the backhanded stuff, okay? He’s my boyfriend. You have to respect him, be kind to him, or we can’t–”

“--no, it’s more than fair. If you treated Jackie the way I’ve behaved…I’m done with that, I promise. And look, I know I don’t have the high ground here, but can you please keep in mind that the first time I tried to talk to you about him, he was actually blowing you while we were on the phone? It sort of…set my expectations.”

“Yeah, well, you got him arrested, so let’s call it even?” Shane looked like himself again.

Hayden felt himself smile. “Deal.”

Cliff

Pretty Party Boys Chat
You added Hollzy

Cliff: Sup, ya beauts?
Cliff: adding Hollander to the chat
Cliff: turns out he’s funny as hell
Cliff: Hollzy, fuck you for playoffs 
Cliff: but we’ll party in vegas after, yeah?

Vaughny: Shane Hollzy Hollander?
Vaughny: fucking a!
Vaughny: welcome to the chat, brother!

JJ: Capitaine! 

Bood: Hollander!

Roz has removed Hollzy from the chat

Roz: no, you animals 
Roz: hollander is too boring for the party chat
Roz: no. bad, marly! no 

Vaughny has added Hollzy to the chat

Hammer: Roz, did you kick Hollander out bc you don’t want him to know you once fucked a stripper who looked like him?

Hollzy: HE FUCKING WHAT?? 

Vaughny: LOL

Roz has left the chat

Hollzy: he did WHAT??

Barrett: i had successfully blocked that particular bit of knowledge out, so thanks

Bennett: huh…I always thought that story was a joke

Hammer has added Roz to the chat

Hollzy: Rozanov…

Roz: UGH
Roz: hollander
Roz: everyone
Roz: fucking relax
Roz: sublimation of jealousy and possessiveness around rivalry into something more socially acceptable
Roz: literally is fine 
Roz: normal way to process emotions

Bennett: what in the state-mandated therapy??

Cliff: despite years of begging, Roz does not do therapy
Cliff: it’s way worse than that, i’m afraid
Cliff: he reads internet theories about himself
Cliff: and why he's such a sex fiend

Roz: teenagers understand me
Roz: why don’t you people?

Hollzy: I’m sorry…
Hollzy: just wanna circle back here

Roz: thank you for this, marly and hammer

Hollzy: YOU FUCKING WHAT? 
Hollzy: WHEN? 
Hollzy: WHY DOES EVERYONE HERE KNOW ABOUT IT??

Roz: why do you think, hollander? 
Roz: half the chat wanted to go see her
Roz: but I don’t tell them where 
Roz: her freckles were too pretty 😈 😈

Cliff: great, now he’s gonna go on and on about freckles 

Hollzy has left the chat

Roz: good job, boys!
Roz: you scared him off!
Roz: i buy first rounds in vegas

Vaughny: WE scared him off??