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None of them were sure where Sanger and Shoresy had disappeared to, only that they’d be back in a few hours, leaving Goody, Dolo, and Hitch to their Thursday night shenaniganizing.
Goody sagged into the corner of the couch, idly watching Dolo effortlessly roll their second—third?—joint. It took far more finesse than Goody himself possessed, so he was happy to sit back and let the expert do his work. Moments later, Dolo was raising the joint to his lips, producing a red bic lighter seemingly from thin fucking air and sparking up. He took a long drag, and Goody almost didn't notice the joint being offered to him with how hard he was pretending not to stare directly at the trail of smoke coming from Dolo’s mouth. He obviously wasn’t doing spectacularly because Dolo’s lips pressed together to hold back his laughter. Goody managed to drag his gaze up to meet Dolo’s, which were bright with amusement.
“Something on my face?” The self-assured smirk on said face was infuriatingly attractive. Goody didn’t think it was fair. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
He said nothing as he accepted the joint, taking a slow hit and letting the heady weightlessness roll over him in waves. On the TV, the familiar sound of Eric Cartman’s shrill voice went unnoticed—Goody was too busy Pretending He Hadn’t Been Caught Staring At Dolo to hear it. His mind echoed instead with a low chuckle from the defenceman in question, and he found himself entirely unable to look at Dolo as he handed the joint back to him. For a brief moment, their fingers brushed together, sending up error codes in Goody’s brain and sending his train of thought careening off a metaphorical cliff.
Dolo took another hit and when Goody lifted his gaze, he found Dolo already smirking at him, one eyebrow raised in obvious amusement.
“You’re cute when you’re all flustered.” He snickered, knocking their knees together.
“Settle down.” Goody muttered, as the warmth on his cheeks began to spread across the bridge of his nose. Fucksakes, Dolo. He dropped his head into his hands as Dolo dissolved into gleeful laughter.