It was getting late and the bartender had already given the gentlemen who had moved to a bar in the corner about an hour after Troy had sat down two warnings about the time and he was coming for his third. Troy looked up over Lucas' shoulder, wincing.

"Oooh, it looks like old man Irish is gonna kick us out!"

Lucas looked over his shoulder and then back at Troy. "Old fucker needs to get himself laid and stop trying to kick paying customers out of his bar."

Troy laughed and they both looked up at the rotund man as he stopped at the table again. His Irish accent was thick and the two younger men could barely make out what he was saying.

"Time fer yiu ti be shipp'n off, y'hrr?"

Troy looked over at Lucas, show did his best to keep his laughter in check. Troy shook his head and Lucas looked back at the Irishman.

"We're leaving. We're leaving."

The round leprechaun nodded his head and took the guys empty glasses as each of them dropped enough cash on the table to pay their tabs.

"I call'd thi taxi s'rviss fer yiu. Wait'n fer yiu."

Lucas nodded and Troy rolled his eyes. He knew he couldn't drive in this state, but it's not like he really had a place to go anyway.

"Thank you, O'Malley," Lucas said, grabbing Troy when he almost tripped over his own shoes. Lucas busted out laughing. "Come on, Troy Bolton. We'll share a taxi."

Troy scrunched his nose up at the light-haired guy guiding him out of the bar. "You know, I'd invite you over to the apartment, but-" He blew out a heavy puff of air.

"That's ok. We'll go to a hotel and continue getting shitfaced there."

Troy liked the sound of that. His new friend helped him into the back of the cab and told the driver to take them to the nearest hotel. The hotel clerk gave them a few off looks as Lucas checked them into a room. Even though this was San Francisco, these fellas didn't look like the stereotypical couple. She wasn't one to judge though. People could do as they pleased as far as she was concerned. She smiled, handing them their keys and told them to have a good night. Frowning, she watched them walk off toward the elevator, thinking it was too bad they were gay. She'd love to be a sandwich between the two of them.

"I got it!" Troy said, taking a card key from Lucas as they stepped out of the elevator. He nearly tripped again, but grabbed onto Lucas' arm, laughing his ass off. "You know, I think I'm already shitfaced!" He smiled at him widely and Lucas only shook his head.

"Yeah, you really can't hold your liquor, can you?"

Troy laughed. "Nope!"

The two of them laughed, walking down the hall toward their room.

"Here we are," Lucas said.

He wasn't nearly as drunk as Troy, which was a good thing. They wouldn't have made it this far if he had been. Someone else would have had to hold both of their hands. Troy lifted the card, missing the slot as he tried to slide it in.

"Well, fuck me! The hole keeps moving!"

Lucas couldn't help but crack up laughing and Troy tried to slide it in again.

"The fuck!"

Reaching around Troy, Lucas grabbed the younger man's hand, steadying it so he could slide it into the slot.

"That's what I was trying to do!" Troy said, looking over his shoulder at him.

"Well, if we waited for you to do it, we'd be out here all night with the liquor cabinet inside."

"Good point!"

They walked into the room and Lucas kicked the door shut behind him. Troy headed straight for the liquor cabinet.

"You've probably already guessed this," he said, pulling out as many bottles as he could carry, "I don't usually drink so much."

Lucas laughed, kicking off his shoes. "Yeah, I could have guessed."

"Gabriella doesn't like to drink much, but you know, we'd have a little red wine for special occasions."

Lucas really didn't want to talk about Gabriella. He didn't want to talk about Haley. He just wanted to drink more and more until he passed out. Walking over to the phone, he picked it up, dialing the front desk.

"You know, we're gonna need a whole lot more than that cabinet has if we're gonna get really drunk," he told Troy before speaking into the phone. "Yes, could you please send up a couple bottles of whiskey. German, if you have it... Thanks." Lucas hung up the phone, looking down at the bed.

Bed. One bed. One room and one bed. He expected the one room, but he hadn't expected there to only be one bed. Shrugging it off, neither one of them was going to care whether there was one bed or twenty. They'd both be passing out, probably on the floor anyway.

"Toss me one of those."

Troy tripped and fell over on the bed, all of the bottles falling out of his hands, causing Lucas to laugh even more.

"I'll just help myself."

Sitting down on the bed, he grabbed one of the bottles and opened it. Troy climbed up on the bed and opened one of the bottles as well.

"How long have you known Haley?"

Troy wasn't going to stop, and Lucas knew it, so he gave him the most generic answer. "A very long time."

Troy nodded, laying on his stomach, looking at the bottle in his hands. "I've known Gabriella for seven years. She moved to Albuquerque in the middle of our Junior year."

Lucas leaned his head back against the headboard, looking down at the younger guy. If there was one thing Lucas liked, it was a good story. He really didn't feel like talking about women right now, especially the two that had their hearts, but Lucas knew Troy wasn't going to shut up. Some drunks get angry. Some get sad. Some talk shit that they really shouldn't. Troy, he became an open book.

"I loved her from the moment I met her." Troy was slowly turning into a somber drunk. "We sang karaoke at the New Year's Party where we met. Her voice was... like an angel's." He swirled the alcohol around in the bottle. "Neither one of us had a clue we'd see each other at school the next week. It was like... fate."

Lucas was sure Haley and he were brought together by fate as well. But fate also had it that Haley married Lucas' brother. If only Lucas would have realized before Peyton had to scream it in his face that he was in love with Haley, maybe the two of them would have had a chance. Now he would never know. He loved her, he knew he did, and he knew he always would. She maybe married to his brother, but she owned his heart as well.

"Do you believe in fate, Lucas Scott?"

Lucas focused back on his new friend, realize he was still talking to him and that he'd asked a question. He had caught it, but only barely. "Fate?" He thought about it for a moment, even though he didn't really need to. "I do. I really do."

Troy lifted his eyebrows. "Maybe fate put us both in that bar tonight. Funny thing, fate, huh?"

Lucas laughed again, lifting up his head when he heard the knock on the door. "I'll get it it." Pushing himself off the bed, he walked to the door to answer it. He paid a tip and shut the door, carrying the tray of glasses and whiskey bottles over to the bed.

"Alright, Troy, lets see how much longer you can remain coherent."

Troy laughed, sitting up and downing the rest of the bottle he held in his hand. Tossing it aside, he wiped his mouth. "Drinking game?"

Lucas sat down on the bed, contemplating the man's suggestion. What would it hurt? "Alright. Suggestions."

Troy thought for a moment, all he could do was think about Gabriella and how much he wanted to crawl home and into bed with her. "Things you've never done but wanted to with Haley." Troy smirked. "Of course, I've never done anything with Haley, because, well, I don't know her. So, for me, things I've never done with Gabriella but have always wanted to."

So much for trying to get the conversation off Haley and Gabriella, Lucas thought to himself, but giving in. It's what brought both of them into the bar in the first place. They may as well get it all out. Besides, neither one of them would truly remember it in the morning.

"So, it's kinda like "I Never" but with the twist of wanting to?" Lucas asked, just to clarify. He was sure if he was completely sober, he'd get the idea easily, but he was starting to get a little fuzzy.

"You got it!" Troy opened the first bottle of whiskey, pouring each of them a full glass in the tumblers provided. Putting the lid back on the bottle, he handed Lucas one of the glasses, picking the other up. "I'll go first. Well, lets start with what got me here in the first place," he said almost too matter-of-factly, "Marry her." Troy took a swallow of his drink

Sighing, Lucas hadn't really even thought about that. He hadn't had time to. Sure, he had the whole morning before he'd told Haley how he felt, and then he had the entire cross-country drive to think, but by the time he was driving across country, everything had already crashed down around him and he didn't even think about marriage, not until Troy brought it up. Nodding his head, Lucas took the first swallow.