Summary:

He'd still not seen them kiss or touch in any way that signified love or affection, despite their now very public relationship and the elephant-in-the-room matching gold rings. No, instead, he’d seen Hollander push Rozanov away and tell him to 'fuck off'. The next half an hour did nothing to lessen his view that they do not seem very compatible. They barely touch. Every time Rozanov moved to touch his husband, Hollander moved away, looking awkward. Instead, they bickered and threw chirps at one another like they were still bitter rivals on the ice. Then, slowly but surely, Shane Hollander got drunk. The second the third vodka passed Shane's lips, Wyatt Hayes had let out a long-suffering sigh and said, "Here they go." Scott frowned, not understanding. "What do you mean?" Boodram chuckled. “Oh, you’ll see.” Scott and Carter exchanged a glance as if to say ‘what the fuck?’. (scott doesn't understand how hollander and rozanov work. one night in his bar is enough for him to realise that he's an idiot)