break this only if... (гет)

The apartment went silent just after Rory’s scream pierced the air, all of the guests eyes on Jess as he stood there in triumph, a shit-eating and oh-so-proud grin in place. Rory looked at Chris and Matt in disbelief once she’d calmed down a bit, chest heaving and limbs relaxing after her immediate recoil from the table.
“Yeah,” Chris said to her, voice dry as his brown eyes glanced over all the broken glass on the table. “That’s his fucking bit.”
Matt sighed, suddenly looking somber. “I’ll go get the broom. No one touch anything, I’ve got it. No need to hurt yourselves.”