Day 82: In Which The Boys

Jack sat outside with his laptop on and a cold beer in his hand as he waited for the third member of their little team of misfits to join the party.

"So where's your girlfriend?" Hiccup asked, chugging from his own can of beer.

"Still working. Probably won't be done for a while," Jack replied with a shrug.

"You know, it almost sounds like you timed this call so we wouldn't be able to meet her."

"Gee, Hiccup, do you really think I'd do that?"

His friend rolled his eyes. "Asshole."

They both then went silent as another window opened and Bunny appeared on the screen. "Evening, fuckwits."

Jack grinned, resting his chin on his hands. "Hey, Daddy."

"Don't call me that—are you dickheads seriously drinking right now?!" Bunny snarled.

"Uh, yeah?"

"The real question here is why aren't you?" Hiccup shot back.

"I'm having a baby, remember?"

"I thought Tooth was the one pregnant."

"It's called solidarity, dipshit. My girlfriend is doing all the work, the least I can do is follow the same dietary restrictions as her."

"Oh." Feeling kinda guilty, Jack pushed his beer to the side and straightened up. "So what else aren't you eating?"

Bunny snorted. "What AM I eating? Apparently, a lot of things are considered potential threats during pregnancy." He groaned. "I fucking need caffeine, man."

"Drop the grumpy act, Bun Bun. I know for a fact that Mr. Baby Daddy likes talking to Tooth's belly."

"Aw, you do?" Hiccup cooed. "Tell her to video it next time."

"I'm gonna kill both of you."

"Need I remind you that you're talking to your kid's future godfather?"

"Speaking of your godfatherly duties, Tooth wants to throw a baby shower. Hopefully, after the quarantine is over."

Jack let out a moan. "Sangria. Yes. I'm in."

Hiccup hummed, scratching his cheek with a frown. "You do understand the point of a baby shower, right, Jack?"

"The stupid shtick with the pink or blue balloons?"

"Yeah, we're not doing that."

"Then what else is there other than booze?"

"Less than a week, Frost, and you're already making me regret choosing you to be my child's godfather."

"I mean, you sow what you reap," Hiccup added with a chuckle.

"Shut your damn mouth, Third. And you, I know where you live, bastard." He pointed threateningly at the camera. "Don't you fucking dare try to revoke my godfatherly privileges now."