ermm.. soooo the only way everyone knew that you and Jack Abbot got together is because he was in an amazing mood the minute he walked into the Pitt for another 12 hour late night shift.
and I’m talking amazing mood. He’s whistling some random song he heard on the radio, more smiley than usual, even cracks some jokes (?? Which he can still do that..?? The last shift he had, someone tried to joke with him like usual.. and he hit them with a blank stare. It was weird.) He’s light on his feet, quicker and more focused but.. also much more relaxed. he looks like he can finally breathe.
a TOTAL 180 from the last shift he had, where he was more short fused, agitated. For sure did not whistle.
sort of a dick too… and not the one he put inside yo—
anyway, as day shift gets ready to leave, they all blink at him, then at each other, then at him again. Someone groans, “god dammit, I knew I should’ve put my bet for sooner.” Money is passed around then, bets placed to the winners.
“told ya they were gonna jump his bones.. no one listens to me—!”
idk man I thought about this while driving.












