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Malone's smelled like beer, and sweat. Which honestly felt pretty appropriate considering Dean had just punched Hunter Davenport directly in the face.
The entire bar had erupted afterward. People shouting, chairs scraping loudly across the floor, Logan yelling something deeply unhelpful while Tucker tried unsuccessfully to drag Dean backward before he started another fight.
“You know,” Garrett said conversationally as Dean got restrained by two teammates near the jukebox, “I really thought tonight was gonna be calmer.”
Hannah laughed softly beside him.
“That feels unrealistic considering your friends.”
“Fair.”
Across the bar Logan climbed onto a chair for absolutely no reason.
Tucker immediately yanked him back down.
Garrett watched the scene for another second before looking back toward Hannah.
“You’re staring,” Hannah pointed out softly.
Garrett didn’t even bother denying it. “You’re pretty.”
“That’s an insane thing to say in a bar fight.”
“It’s true in every location.”
Hannah rolled her eyes affectionately before stealing a sip from his beer.
The noise around them rose again as somebody knocked over a table near the front of the bar. Neither of them move, for once Garrett didn’t really care what his friends were doing. He was too busy enjoying this.Hannah tucked her legs beneath herself against the booth seat before resting her head briefly against his shoulder.
“You doing anything over winter break?” she asked suddenly.
Garrett blinked once. The question felt random enough that he almost laughed.
“Uh…” He shrugged slightly. “Probably just stay here.”
Hannah lifted her head. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“What about Christmas?”
“I don’t really do Christmas anymore.”
“What about your dad?”
“We’re not talking.”
“And you were just gonna spend Christmas alone?” she asked quietly.
Garrett gave a small shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”
Hannah stared at him for another second before the idea seemed to hit her all at once.
“You should come with me.”
Garrett looked at her properly. “What?”
“My family’s doing Christmas at my aunt Kathy’s house in Philly this year.” Hannah spoke faster now, already fully committed to the idea. “You should come.”
“Hannah—”
“I’m serious.”
“Baby, I can’t just show up to your family Christmas.”
“You wouldn’t be showing up. I’m inviting you.”
“You sure?” he asked quietly.
Hannah looked almost offended.“Garrett.” she paused for a moment to press a kiss to his lips “You’re my boyfriend, I want to spend christmas with you, okay?”
“Okay,” Garrett murmured softly when they finally pulled apart.
“Okay?”
“Okay, Wellsy.” He brushed his thumb gently across her knuckles. “I’ll come to Christmas.”