closed : @mattsullivan location : sully’s tavern
“ 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱. they’re supposed to hemorrhage teeth at that age . . . well, cavities build character . . . he’s not gonna -- forget it . . . yeah, yeah, see you sunday. ” before he could spend one more second being the asshole on his phone in public, hud jabs repeatedly at the end call button until the line disconnects -- quite the challenge thanks to the number he did on his screen last week. with his sister-in-law placated ( at least for now ), he shifts his attention back to matt -- still stationed behind the bar, still doing his best impression of ted danson in cheers. “ unbelievable. her kids clean me out the other night and somehow i’m the bad guy. ” his nephews practically bullied him into bankruptcy at the pumpkin patch. if anyone deserved financial compensation, it was hud.
“ anyway, i guess we were both on cool uncle duty this halloween. ” he vaguely recalls the sight of sully entering the corn maze, flanked by a kid ( teen ? the older he got, the harder it was to tell the difference ) he could only assume belonged to his older brother. “ haven't you heard ? single after thirty entitles all your married relatives to free round-the-clock labor. ”
