Summary:

"Whatever. Just don't let yourself get distracted just to get your dick wet, Hollander." Cormeau sneered. Roz interrupted him. "It has been seven years and it has not distracted us yet. I do not know if you remember this, or maybe your brain is all fucked up from all the hits you take, but me and Hollander are captains and we have both gotten our teams to Cups. So mind your fucking business." Cliff sucked in a breath. Surely that wasn't true. It couldn't be true. 7 years. That would mean it had been going on this entire time. The entire of Roz's career. The entire of Hollander's career. 7 years. What the fuck. (flipping my fic love and other drugs on it's head. ilya gets hurt and is high when shane goes to visit)