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My music player gave me Kerosene by Miranda Lambert which is hilarious because Allie hates country music so I wrote a lil fic about Kent and Bitty sticking to the Man.
Some tags/mild warnings: Kent calls himself a sexual slur, there’s explicit discussions of sex but no actual explicit sex I’m sorry, also this is post-zimbits so if that’s not your jam be warned
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Bitty spins his vodka cranberry around in his hands; it’s the kind of drink the boys would probably chirp him for, but he’s a little beyond caring about appearances at this point. He’s on his second drink of the night, but it’s done nothing to improve his mood, and he’s nearly at the tipping point of bitter enough to get the bartender to switch the TVs off of NHL highlights. If he wanted to hear one more word about his ex-boyfriend winning the Stanley Cup, he’d turn his phone back on.
So yeah, he’s about to flag the bartender down and become the ultimate Petty Gay when literally the only thing that could make this night worse happens: Kent Parson plops down into the stool next to him and opens his stupid, pretty mouth.
“Thought you’d be out celebrating with our boy,” Parse muses, with less venom than expected, which honestly just makes Bitty bristle more. “Bittle, right?”
“He’s not your boy,” Bitty snaps. He’s got more on the tip of his tongue, but Parse waves the bartender over and orders tequila shots—two of them, because apparently this conversation is going to be a thing—and a margarita for good measure. The bartender wanders off and Bitty still finds himself adding, “And he’s not—he’s not mine either, anymore, I guess.”
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