#mattsullivan

“  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.  ”

He's home the moment he steps in, a feeling that hasn't settled in enough for him to forget how good that place made him feel, and Harrison hoped it would never fall into routine despite his frequent visits - the Sully's Tavern is a safe haven for him. The man is sitting by the bar with his usual pint of beer when he spots a finally free Matt, someone he's come to befriend after six years as a regular at the latter's place and also the person he had to thank for the lessened homesick feeling. "Busy evening, uh?" Harrison starts, having seen the other the moment he walked in but only now seeing a chance to start a conversation. "If you paid me enough I could've helped behind the bar, you know.." He jokes.