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"Ry-Wa! There's my best friend! Where have you been! I haven't heard from you in two days!"

Spencer stepped back, surveying the little slip of a man who was currently trying to hug Ryley to death. Short, 5'7" at the most. Slender, even skinnier than him, which was slightly frightening since most people already thought he was anorexic. Dyed black hair, natural blue eyes. He was dressed in Army boots, black skinny jeans, and a vintage Metallica t-shirt.

He'd met Bobby in passing, usually when he was passing off Ryley on a Friday night. At first the effeminate man had made him uncomfortable but Ryley's statement that he "grew on you" was true. Still, he'd never been comfortable with how affectionate they were. It was only Ryley's bright smile and cheerful chatter that made him bite his tongue even as he "Bo-Ra" continued to cling to her.

JJ's comforting hand on his shoulder was the only thing that stopped him from growling possessively when the infinitely taller and more masculine Wade come forward and spun Ryley around before hugging her to him. He knew Wade's sexual orientation as well, just as he knew that Wade was even closer to Ryley than Bobby, even if the two weren't as vocal about it as Bobby and Ryley were about their friendship. Spencer postulated that it was because of the longevity of Ryley and Wade's friendship that made them more comfortable with the relationship and reduces the urge to shout it from the rooftops.

"Way-La! I missed you!" Ryle laughed, laying her head on the big man's chest.

Wade laughed, low and deep. "It's been less than a week Ry-Wa"

"Too long!" She cried, bouncing back to Spencer's side and twining their fingers together. "I need to get the recipe for my drink. I've been desperate without it."

Wade laughed and pulled Bobby in front of him, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist and making Spencer breathe out a sigh of relief. "I'm never giving you that recipe. I'd never see you if you could make it for yourself." For the first time, both Wade and Bobby turned their attention to the rest of the group. "Now introduce us to the ones we haven't met."

Ryley laughed but obliged. "Wade, you already know Penny, JJ, and Emily, and since you seem to need a reintroduction, this is Spencer." She pointed to each person as she said their name. "Bobby, you only know Spence, Penny and Kevin, so pay attention."

She moved away standing slightly in-between the team and the two men. "Boys, this is Aaron, Emily, JJ, Will, Dave, Derek, Penny, Uncle Kevin, and Spencer. Guys, this is Bobby and Wade, my two best friends in the world and our escorts into the underworld of Punk Rock tonight."

Wade laughed and moved away from his boyfriend, shaking each of the men's hands and pulling the girls into a hug. "I think you'll be our guide Ry-Wa. I barely leave the restaurant anymore."

Aaron shook Bobby's hand, shaking his head all the while. He looked distinctly uncomfortable in the dark restaurant. Looking at Wade, he sized the man up. "Ryley tells us you own this place?"

Wade nodded proudly, gesturing for them to start walking to their table. "This is my baby. Ryley fronted me most of the money, but everything from the decor to the staff and most of the menu is my brain-child. I've been planning for this since Ryley and I were four."

Dave perked up, eager to learn more about the quiet intern. "Four?"

The restaurateur laughed, nodding his head as he pulled out a chair for Bobby. "Yeah. We used to sit around in her attic, drawing up floor plans and fake menus. It was our game." He proudly took in the black walls with glow-in-the-dark designs and the black lights that illuminated the room. "Never would have thought we'd make it a reality."

Ryley smiled sweetly at her friend, laying her head on Spencer's shoulder. "Wade trained at the Culinary Institute of America in New York. As soon as he graduated, he opened this place. He's done a great job with it."

"Well, you helped Ry. With funding and advertising." Wade looked meaningfully at the team. "Obviously, it's set up to cater to a certain crowd. Ryley recruited Bobby, and took flyers to a lot of the clubs around town, making deals with the owners about discounts if someone brought in a receipt from here and helping me and hiring some of the part-time staff to spread the word and even lead people here. She helped me get most of my regulars, which is pretty much what this business runs on."

The intern shrugged. "Like I said, most people either stumble in here or are brought here, but they stay because of your food Way-La. It's the best in the city." She smiled. "Speaking of which, if we want to get to the club on time, we need to eat."

Wade laughed, getting up from the table. "I'll get Margie to bring you menus. What does everyone want to drink?"

All the girls, and Bobby, ordered Ryley's special drink. Curious, so did Aaron, Derek, and Dave. Spencer grimaced, already knowing what was in the drink, and ordered a vanilla latte. Wade just laughed and went to make the drinks.

"Does he always do the cooking, even when he has friends here?" Derek asked.

Bobby and Ryley both nodded, rolling their eyes. "This is his baby, like he said. He trusts no one in his kitchen."

"Well he's not doing it tonight!" Bobby declared, adding onto Ryley's statement. "Larry is just as capable of cooking our food and he's going to sit and be social with us."

The team laughed and it settled into a comfortable chatter around the table. More laughter ensued when Wade came back to the table with drinks and Bobby pleasantly bullied him into giving up control of the kitchen, just for tonight, and eat with them. Before long, Margie was there with menus and ready to take their order.

Aaron ordered the chicken and dumplings, claiming that he hadn't had any since he was a child. Spencer, Ryley, Penny, Kevin, Bobby, and Wade all opted to share the "Special Super Supreme Pizza", Ryley's favorite, with pineapples to it for Kevin. Derek got in on the pizza as well, and Dave and Emily both ordered the tortellini Alfredo, listening to Ryley's claims that it was better than authentic Italian. JJ, ever practical, ordered a Cobb salad, thought Wade did convince her to try his original lime and cilantro vinaigrette.

When the food came, everyone let out a groan that bordered on the obscene before tucking in like animals. Ryley wanted to giggle as Aaron and Dave praised Wade as a god, claiming that his dishes were better than their mother's. Finally, they settled back, pleasantly full as they sipped at their drinks, relaxing for a few moments before they started the walk to the club.

"That's was delicious Wade!" Penny gushed, happily frozen hot chocolate through a straw. "I've got to come back here more!"

"So do you have to dress like this to come in?" Dave asked, gesturing to the outfit Ryley had put him in. "Or can I dress normally."

Wade laughed, pulling Bobby against him, the two cuddling together, obviously in their honeymoon phase. "No dress code here, though you might get a few weird looks if you come in a suit. We're pretty informal."

Derek laughed, taking in a pretty waitress at a nearby table. "Obviously man. This place is pretty cool though."

Bobby arched an eyebrow at Morgan before looking up at his boyfriend. "I think that's the hunk's version of a compliment."

Emily and Penny snorted into their drinks at the red flush that crept up from Derek's chest and covered all of his neck and face. JJ chuckled, patting Derek's arm encouragingly. "I think you embarrassed him Bobby."

Will shook his head. "I'd be embarrassed to."

"Aww… Does someone need an ego boost?" Ryley spouted off, batting her eyes. "You look very nice tonight Will."

"Handsome." Penny chirped, playing along.

"Mouth-watering." Wade added with a lascivious wink.

"Drop-dead sexy." JJ concurred, laughing at the blush heating up her boyfriend's face. Soon the entire table was calling out increasingly lewd compliments, doubling over as Will flushed a deeper and darker red with each one. Finally, he called enough.

"I get it! I get it!" He yelled, holding up his hands. "I'm a tall drink of water. Can we stop now?"

Spencer shook his head at the team's antics, happy that they were being so accepting of the new situation. He'd been scared to death the first time Ryley brought him here, and she hadn't even made him dress up. "How about we just go? It's past eight thirty. We should get to the bar."

"Pretty Boy wanting to go party!" Derek exclaimed, dramatically clutching at his chest. "Be still my heart! It's a miracle!"

Ryley smirked and threw a napkin at the theatrical agent. "Oh hush Derek. There's nothing wrong with preferring small gatherings to overcrowded clubs."

Morgan nodded, still smiling as he tossed the napkin back at her. "Not a thing in the world Little One. I just never thought I'd see the day that Boy Wonder would willingly agree to go to a club."

Spencer shrugged, standing from the table and helping Ryley to her feet. Covertly, he snuck two, hundred-dollar bills under his plate. Wade never charged Ryley or anyone she brought in, but he knew that this was a large group that had eaten a lot of food, and restaurants were hard enough to keep afloat.

Ryley caught the action and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. Turning to the team, she gestured for them to move. "Come on! To Renegade we go!"