A/N: Be careful what you wish for, Rigsby! This story is just based on what Rigsby said in the beginning of 5x02, "Maybe we should invite him out for a night with the boys." I dunno, it was just so epic and I laughed my ass off at Cho's comment so yeah, why not make a fic out of it, right?

So, about this fic in general: It's a one-shot at the moment, but maybe that will change to a multi-chapter, I dunno. We'll see what I can come up with, right? xD

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.

"I freaking love you, man," Wayne Rigsby said, his face serious, as he leaned against Patrick Jane. The latter shared the same expression, looking seriously in the other man's eyes.

"I know that feeling, bro," Jane replied, and Rigsby chuckled. He raised his glass of scotch and made a silent prayer.

"And I freaking love this drink!" he exclaimed, and Jane mimicked the move.

At the other end of the table, Kimball Cho just stared at the two.

"You've had too much alcohol," Cho deadpanned, and the two men turned to look at him.

"True," Jane said, and laughed in his glass.

"But you're a spoilsport."

"Because you've only had one drink."

"And you told us to get drunk."

Cho shook his head. "I didn't tell you to get drunk. You did."

Jane and Rigsby looked at each other, and then chuckled. "Ah, yeah, we did."

Rigsby held up his hand to order two more scotches.

"Do you think I'm too young to get married?" Rigsby asked. Jane shook his head.
"You're an man grown," Jane said, frowned and then chuckled. "Oops, sorry, a grown man. I think you would make an excellent husband, Wayne."
Rigsby thought for a few seconds – though it was unlikely he really thought relevant things with the amount of alcohol in his blood.

He then nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I would. You know what, I'm just going to propose to Van Pelt. I don't even care what Sarah thinks about it."

Jane patted Rigsby's shoulder, and laughed. "That's the spirit!"

"I just don't want to end up like you."
Jane's smile faltered. "What do you mean?"

"Lonely, you know. In love but not daring to do anything with it. That's just not me."

"I'm not lonely!" Jane protested.

"You are pretty lonely," Cho deadpanned. Jane stared at the two men. Then, he got up and slammed his hands on the table.

"You're right! You're absolutely right!" Jane exclaimed. A big part of the bar was suddenly quiet and looking at Jane in wonder. Sure it looked funny to see a drunk man lose it.

He looked more determined than ever.

"We should definitely shop for rings together, mate," Jane said, addressing Rigsby. The man frowned. Jane stared at Rigsby as if it was obvious what he meant with that statement, though in reality, it did not make any sense at all. At least not for a man with an equal amount of alcohol in his blood as the man who was going wild in front of him.

"I'm going to propose to Lisbon!"

A/N: I do admit that it's a bit (leave that bit out of it) OOC, since Jane wouldn't really get drunk and all... but yeah, I thought it was fun :D.

Let me know if I should continue this story! (I know it's not a good one-shot if it stays like this) Please leave a REVIEW, thank you!