There was nothing cleaner than raw joy.
The moment Farc Goddarm dove in to stop the fight, Damon's friends sitting front row exploded like kids who just watched their boy win a street fight back home.
Ash was the loudest, no surprise there.
"LEEEEET'S GOOOOO!!!" he roared, straight up spilling half his beer all over Edward and Ty without even realizing it.
Edward didn't even flinch. Too busy yelling himself, fist clenched tight, slamming the barricade in front of them.
Ty, big as ever, usually chill as hell… wasn't quiet this time either. He was standing up, both arms raised like his team just scored the game-winning touchdown.
Joey? Joey just stood there shaking his head, huge grin on his face, clapping slow, proud as hell.
"Motherf— really did it…" Joey muttered, voice almost drowned out by the roar around them.
All four of them were on their feet now, screaming, shoving each other, laughing like idiots, like proud brothers watching their own take over the world.
But then…
