Jimmy walked into the bar with an eye out for Greg and instead found Lisa and Erik looking very cozy in their usual booth. With a smile she waved him over and he slid into the padded seat across from the couple.

"I'm looking for Greg."

"We figured. It's Friday night, why else would you be here?"
"I could be on a date." He leaned back slightly indignant.

Lisa and Erik exchanged a look. "You and Greg come here every Friday. Saturday is date night, and usually with a girl you met here on Friday. Sunday night is break-up with the girl you met Friday night. You two are easy."

Jimmy opened his mouth and then shut it again. He hated it when she was right.

At that moment Greg came flying in, quickly located them and flopped down, looking flushed and excited. "Guess what?

"What?" Jimmy and Lisa echoed, and she hastily followed with "Jinx! You owe me a beer!" Jimmy looked forlorn and Erik laughed turning to Greg.

"You got laid?"
"Yesterday, yes. But today...the lacrosse team rosters came out."

"And?" Lisa leaned forward.

He paused for dramatic effect. "First string."

Erik chuckled. "Big surprise. It's only your third year, first string."

Two beers were placed on the table and Jimmy slid the one in front of Greg, and the other in front of Lisa. No one had even noticed him signaling for them. She smiled coyly at him and he turned to Greg.

"Was there any doubt?"

"Well," he took a swig of his beer, "we did have a lot of new guys trying out, and they were pretty good, but enough guys graduated last year, so it all came out in the wash."

"They were only 'pretty good?'" Lisa smiled at him.

"Yes, only 'pretty.' None of them are up for co-captain."

"Really?" Jimmy and Lisa echoed together. Only this time he jumped in with "Jinx! You owe me a beer!" She scowled at him, but he only smiled back.

Erik chuckled at the two and turned back to Greg, "Who else is up?"

"Jerry Brown, Tim O'Neal, and Sydney Connelly."

"Jerry is a spaz and so is Sydney. It's going to be you and Tim, for sure."

"I don't think so. Sydney is definitely up for a spot."

"And why is that?"
"Because he's been kissing Mike's ass since last semester. Mike is not going to give it to Tim, who water-ballooned his car in October."

Jimmy chuckled 'That was a good day..."

"Yeah it was." Greg agreed. "Remember how we were hiding around that building when he came out?"

"And he sees his wet car..." Jimmy lapsed into laughter as Greg finished his sentence.

"With the wet balloon pieces?"
"And the flour?"
By this point they were both laughing hysterically.

Lisa and Erik just had to laugh at the two boys who were nearly driven to tears by a memory.

As Lisa signaled for another round, Greg and Jimmy finally started breathing again.

"Anyway," Greg continued, "Mike is not going to choose Tim, the Horrible Car Bomber, over Sydney, Mr. Give-You-My-Brain-if-You-Wanted-It."

When the beers were placed on the table, Jimmy winked at Lisa and she turned to Greg, "How did Mike know it was Tim?"

"There was a slight accident when we were bombing his car, in which certain items made contact with Tim, thus making him identifiable when Mike went looking for the culprits."

"And who was it who marked Tim?" Erik asked, one eyebrow skewed.

Greg coughed and made some noncommittal mutterings while the other three laughed.

Within a week it was announced that Greg and Sydney were to be co-captains on the school's Lacrosse team.

Friday nights were spent in the bar, and every Saturday afternoon out on the field watching Greg kick ass.

Other than that, their lives continued in the same way, until one fateful Friday afternoon...

A/N: I don't like this chapter, I was just trying to get House on the Lacrosse team and then on to the next chapter! Sorry, I've got to finish it before I can post!