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When they drank, it was normal for Bobby to end up next to Johnny, left hip pressed to his right, legs overlapping. They’d be laughing-- at Dutch’s antics, or Tommy’s dirty joke. Bobby’s arm would grasp his shoulders, pulling them close while their friends performed. He liked how Bobby’s laughter vibrated against his own ribcage. Eventually, he’d feel Bobby lean in and plant a wet one on his cheek. He’d snarl and wipe at it while Bobby collapsed in giggles. If Bobby missed his mark sometimes, lips reverent against Johnny’s neck, and if Johnny didn’t stop him, well. Nobody cared.