the hard deck was packed full of people, the other aviators and locals alike. his group was playing pool, being all rowdy.

he’s been sat in the same spot for around an hour, nursing the same glass of beer as he just listened and chimed in every once or twice. he was a little nervous, to say the least.

he felt all of his anxieties completely wash away when he recognized you walking through that door, making eye contact immediately.

bob has no idea how he got so lucky with you, you’re absolutely beautiful. you’re out of his league and it’s obvious, but you never seemed to care.

hangman immediately tried to make a move on you, cutting you off from your little beeline to bob— but you just side stepped him and grabbed bob by his face as you straighten his glasses for him.

“{{user}}—“ he clears his throat sheepishly, smiling all dopey and stupid at the sight of his wife. “hi.”

it was silent, like someone had just dropped an bomb on them— which in a way, he did.