Greg stepped out from behind the curtain he had changed behind. "Tah-dah! How do I look?"

Shelby looked up and down her comrade's body. He was dressed in a white button-down that was half-open, revealing a clean shaven chest, black tight jeans, a black blazer, dark grey fedora, and black Convers high tops. She looked back to her mirror, checking her blond wig. "You look like a fag."

"Aren't I supposed to look like a fag?"

Shelby thought on it for a moment. "Good point." She picked out two sticks of lipstick and held them up. "Which one?"

"What are you going to be? Slutty club goer or wallflower?"

"Wallflower" she responded. "Need to look as bland as possible."

"Pale pink, then. And maybe change your hair to brown, so that you look even less attractive."

Shelby glared at him. "I need to look bland, not unattractive."

"Bland is unattractive, deary."

"Now you're sounding like a fag."

"Getting into the role!" Greg clapped his hands. "Chop chop, we have a mission to fulfill!"

Morgan was almost jumping out of his skin with excitement. Chuck was slowly shuffling away from him. Maybe he should have kept Morgan away from the Red Bulls and Skittles he had bought earlier.

"Are you excited about this, Chuck? I know I am! I can't remember the last time I was in a club! I remember the last time I tried to get into a club. The bouncer was all, 'Nuh-uh' and I was all 'Why not' and he was all 'You're not cool enough' and I was all 'Oh, yes I am' and then the bouncer picked me up by my collar and tossed me on my ass...not my proudest moment, I have to say..."

Chuck looked away, zoning out on his hyped-up friend's spiel. His moved up the street. Then they moved down the street. Then they moved up the street. Then they moved... Wait a moment...was that...IT WAS!

Chuck felt something like nausea but was closer to embarrassment as he realized the black spy van, the one he, Sarah and Casey used on stake-outs, was sitting a little further up the street. And he was pretty damn sure that if he looked into the van window, if that was possible, he would find Casey sitting there, binoculars up to his face, too proud to say he had done something wrong and too jealous to allow Chuck to go to a club where there would be girls and--God forbid--other men hitting on him.

Sarah flipped through her magazine. Normally she wouldn't be so relaxed on a stake out, but this "stake out" was nothing more than a jealous lover's attempt at controlling his significant other's every move.

"You know, it would just be easier to apologize" she said, tossing the Us Weekly over her shoulder like the trash it was.

Casey didn't answer.

Sarah stared at him. "What are you so worried about? That's way too public a place to kidnap a person and he's not going to go cheat on you because of a stupid fight. Chuck knows you are insanely over-protective, he's had to put up with it for...what...six months now? One little fight is not going to send him into another man's arms."

Casey was quiet. After a few moments, he sighed and pulled the binoculars away from his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "This has nothing to do with my relationship with Chuck."

"Then why are we in the van rather than in the club with him?"

Casey got quiet again.

Sarah smiled.

Casey growled.

"What?"

"Some guy is hanging all over him."

It was unexpected, but not necessarily unwanted, when the blond dude threw his arms around Chuck's and Morgan's shoulders. "Well, well, who do we have here?"

Morgan, hampered by the taller man's weight, stopped jumping. Instead, he shook like a crazed chihuahua. "Who are you?"

"Name's Steve, little man." Steve looked at Chuck. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "What's yours?" Chuck stared. Was he flirting with him?

"I'm Morgan" Morgan interrupted, "and that's Chuck!"

"Chuck?" Steve's smile widened. "How much wood could a wood chuck chuck?"

What the hell?

The line moved and the three men were at the front of the line. Before them stood the illegitemate child of Arnold Schwarzenagger and the She-Hulk. Except a little less green. And with fewer brains.

"Can we enter?" Morgan asked, pointing to the door.

"No."

"Why not?" Chuck asked, feeling very small. Steve had let go of him right after they had gone up there and was now digging through his pockets.

"No."

Chuck and Morgan glanced at each other.

Steve fished out two bills. The bouncer took them and, with his tiny little brain, counted the two one hundred dollar bills that were being offered in return for entrance. The bouncer stuffed the bills in his back pocket and moved out of the way. Steve threw his arms around his new friends' shoulders and walked them past the man-beast that had been blocking the door only moments prior.

"They are in the club" Casey said angrily.

Sarah rolled her eyes. She stood up and opened the door. Casey turned around to look at her. "Where are you going?"

"In the club, because you"--Sarah pointed at Casey for emphasis--"are a big baby."

"What?!"

But Sarah had already closed the door.

Morgan had run off into the crowd some time ago, leaving Chuck with the admittedly creepy Steve. Though, he was still a little cool. He was funny, especially when he pointed out people in the crowd and analyzed them before moving onto the game of "Spot the Virgin." Since it would have been completely rude for Chuck to go up and ask if the people pointed out were really virgins or not, he could only assume that Steve was right.

"So..." Steve said, looking at Chuck. "Lemme see if I can figure you out, Chucky-poo."

Chuck swirled his Coke around. "Wh-What do you mean?"

Steve smiled. "I mean whether or not you are a virgin. That blush isn't helping you, you know."

Chuck looked away. "Well, uh, that's sort of a personal thing, you know?"

"I know" Steve said, placing a hand on Chuck's shoulder. It was both friendly and intimidating. "C'mon, it's just a game. Nothing but a bit of fun between friends, right?"

But Steve wasn't his friend. Steve was some random guy that stepped up to him in the line outside of the club. Steve was some creepy dude and Chuck wanted Casey near him so that he could scare Steve off.

Wait...no! Chuck was a man. He didn't need Casey to frighten off the people he wasn't interested in! He could tell them himself.

Chuck picked up Steve's hand and took it off his shoulder. "No, really, I don't like this game anymore."

Steve sighed and shrugged. He leaned against the bar and sipped from his glass of vodka and Sprite. "Yeah. It was getting a little boring."

Chuck cheered from the deepest part of his soul. He leaned against the bar next to Steve and sipped from his Coke.

"No."

"What?" Sarah asked, honestly shocked. "What do you mean 'no'?"

"No."

Sarah narrowed her eyes. This neanderthal...she wanted to kick his ass into next week. She probably could, if she was going to be honest with herself.

"Walker!"

Sarah turned. Casey was pushing people to catch up with her, growling at whoever didn't move. When Casey caught up, he stared at the giant-orc-goblin mutt that stood in front of them. He looked at Sarah. "What's going on?"

"He won't let me in!"

Casey stared at the idiot in front of him. "Hey." The bouncer stared at Casey. "We need to get in now."

"No."

"Why not?"

"No."

Casey gave the man his best death glare. If it had any effect it was well hidden. "Is that all you can say?"

"No."

With a speed too fast for orc-man's tiny brain, Casey knocked the bouncer unconscious with a kick to the groin, a punch to the temple, and a kick to the side that knocked him over. For good measure.

As the people behind them stared in awe, Casey and Sarah walked into the club.

Shelby stood in the back corner of the room, on a platform so that she could get a good enough look at the room. It was by chance that her eye was at the exact place that Casey and Sarah were in as they entered the crowded club. A jump in her gut immediately followed the sight of Major John Casey, but Shelby didn't move. She knew she had to stay right where she was, near the men's bathroom.

"Oh no" Chuck moaned softly.

"What?" Steve asked.

"My b--...my friend is here and I don't want to bother with him right now." Chuck answered.

Steve looked into the crowd. "Which one is he?"

"Short brown hair, looks angry."

"The one in the black shirt?"

"Yep."

"Hmm...well, the best way to shake off someone you don't want to talk to is to act like you're busy." Steve placed a hand on Chuck's neck. His hand slowly ran up to cup Chuck's skull.

"Uh...I...I don't...uh..."

"Just keep an eye on him, tell me when he's looking over here."

"You don't have to do this."

"Just tell me when he sees us."

"...I think...Yeah! He se--" Steve's lips cut Chuck off, the hand on the back of Chuck's neck keeping him rooted to the spot. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve looked for Casey. He saw him and felt a great amount of satisfaction when he noticed that the other man was stock-still, eyes wide and staring at his lover as he kissed another man. Another younger, more attractive man if Greg could say so for himself.

Greg pulled away from Chuck. "C'mon, let's move so that he really knows we mean business." Greg placed an arm around Chuck's--who was stunned--shoulders and guided him away, towards the bathroom.

Sarah looked around the room. She couldn't find Chuck yet. Maybe he was at the bar or--

"Hey Sarah!"

Sarah looked. "Oh...hi Morgan."

Morgan practically jumped up to Sarah. "What're you doing here?"

"I dragged Casey down so that he could apologize to Chuck after their fight earlier."

"They had a fight?"

"Yeah. Casey said that he didn't want Chuck coming here so he told him that, but Chuck was going to be stubborn and come anyway." Sarah placed her hands on either side of Morgan, keeping him down. "I told him he was being a baby and drove him down here so that he could apologize."

"Last I saw Chuck, he was at the bar with Steve."

"Who's Steve?"

"Some guy we met outside. He seemed to take a liking to Chuck, though."

Sarah remembered Casey getting angry over a guy hanging on Chuck when they were still outside. Steve might be that guy. "Do you think you can walk me to the bar?"

"Sure, it's over-- Hey, there's Casey!"

Sarah turned and looked. Casey was making a beeline for the door, looking angrier than he normally did. Sarah grabbed Morgan's hand and walked through the crowd as fast as she could. She didn't catch up to her partner until the three of them were completely outside. "Casey!" she cried out. "Casey, what's wrong?"

Casey stopped. He turned on his heel and pointed at the building. "Chuck...is being an idiot." Casey turned around again and walked off. Sarah groaned and chased after him, letting go of Morgan's hand as she did.

Greg had his arms around Chuck as Shelby forced the chloroform-soaked rag into Chuck's nose. Chuck was struggling, kicking and moving and trying to use his arms that were held under Greg's arms. What really worried them, though, was the noise he was making. If he was loud enough, then he would attract unwanted attention.

Soon enough, though, the chloroform began to kick in and Chuck's body went limp.

"That took a bit more effort than I thought" Greg noted.

"Shut up, we still need to get him out of here" Shelby said, gesturing to the open window.

"How're we gonna get him through there?"

Again, Shelby said, "Shut up."