Disclaimer-I do NOT own or know anyone, except the OCs.

Content-Nothing bad,very slight slash references, possible language.

Muses of-Mostly Wade and Ryback(aka 'Skippy'), NOT as a couple, mentions of others.

This'll probably have missing words,like the other fics. Not sure how to fix that.

It was an excellent choice by Skippy, this dining establishment, filled with good bar food and the usual top heavy waitresses in their tiny, flesh baring outfits.

A man's place, indeed.

After Ry had ordered seemingly half the menu (one salad, two appys, one burger, one sandwich, one dozen garlic wings and one dessert) and Wade had ordered his one salad, one double burger and dozen habenero wings, no dessert, thank you, he felt his food choices had been slighted somehow by Skippy's massive meal.

'So tell me.'

'Not in public.'

'I'm interested.'

'Yes...of course...look! Large breasts!'

'Most, if not all the gals boobs here are. And stop attempting to destract me. I want to know.'

'Ufff.'

'Don't moan and groan. Explain.'

'There is a nacho chip stuck on your forehead.'

'Oh, right. Thanks.'

'Anytime.'

'So?'

'I give up. I'll spill.'

Ryback smiled, a huge sauce coated smile.

'But not now.'

'That treachery was my worst moment. The idea of losing them, of losing HIM. That hurt me,cut me to the bone.'

'Go on.' Ryback fixed his seat belt.

Turn signal blinked before Wade spoke again.

'I felt oddly empty without Justin,as it was. And the rest too,I suppose. But my imbecile, HE was the one I've waited for my entire life, not knowing it then.'

'You two are meant for each other. I've never seen two men,two people, so right for the other.' Skip sat back and peered out the window. 'And men aren't my thing either.'

'Yes,that was the other feeling, my next moment of true love. I never expected it, not with an American.'

'American idiot.' Skip joked.

'Exactly that! That awful hair,that horrid voice, true pain in my arse, wretched mutt lover, nuisance, chicken beak nose, bobble headed fool. But I couldn't be happier with anyone else,not even dear Andrew. And Andrew is near perfect.'

'Only near?'

'Second to my full perfection.'

Skip laughed.

'But sometimes...'

'Yeah?'

'I wish Justin wouldn't be such a brat. He'd be surprised to know I'm jealous of him sometimes.'

'Which explains the beard.'

'Indeed.'

'You realise how I figured it out?'

'About the beard?'

'About YOU.'

'Do tell.'

'The music. Your entrance music sounds alot like his singing.'

'If you call that noise pollution singing,yes.'

'I do,I do. And so do you. Because you're in love. And it's wonderful.'

'Yes, yes it is.'

With full stomachs and faint smiles,they traveled on.