Woodies had cleared out into the street quickly until the only people left were Brian and Justin. Justin because he couldn't find his fucking jacket anywhere and Brian because he really needed a drink.

"Bottle of red," Justin heard Brian demand and the smaller man went over to see what was going on.

"You okay?" He asked, not really wanting to point out that Brian couldn't afford the alcohol until the barman said,

"On the house Kinney. Deb told me what you did."

Justin had felt sure that Brian would throw the money at the barman anyway, if there was one thing Brian Kinney did not accept it was charity. He didn't like to be indebted to anyone but he took the bottle wordlessly, only raising it to say thank you.

"Wait, don't you want a glass?" The barman asked, fidgeting anxiously as his eyes flicked to the doorway. It was obvious he wanted to get out and join the party.

"Not really," Brian answered, going to sit down in one of the more secluded alcoves out of sight of the bar but he still heard the barman scrambling out of the door at a rapid pace.

It was a few moments until Brian really noticed Justin's presence at the edge of his table. He looked up slowly and saw concerned blue eyes, looking back.

"What are you doing?" Justin asked, moving to sit next to his partner.

"What does it look like?" He said glumly, indicating the wine, "I'm celebrating."

"Don't you wanna party in the street," Justin whinged, standing at the edge of the table. "I mean, you did it Brian. You saved the day."

"Like Rage," the older man muttered, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of red liquid until he felt pressure on the bottle and the flow of alcohol stopped. He opened his eyes to see Justin pushing the wine bottle downwards until it was resting on the table. His eyes slid in their sockets to glare at Justin.

"Can't we celebrate today and worry about our difficulties, financial or otherwise tomorrow."

"My financial difficulties," Brian stated firmly. "I already told you, I'm not dragging you down the whirlpool of destitution with me."

"What if I dive in after you?"

"Then you're stupider than I thought," Brian answered taking a few more gulps of wine.

"So that's it?" Justin demanded, pulling the wine from Brian's grasp and taking a long swig. "We've both lost everything. You've lost your job and your money, I've lost my degree and my future. It's all so," he took another swig of red liquid, before Brian snatched his bottle back, "bleak. So please can we dance before I slit my wrists?"

Brian scowled a little but he got to his feet and put an arm around Justin's shoulders as they began to make their way outside. Just as they were at the door, Brian stated,

"We haven't lost everything, we still have…."

But Justin would never know what they still had because at that moment they were hit by more colours than would be found at the bottom of a queer kaleidoscope. Rainbow flags, drag queens and just regular queens lit the place up and the music had been turned up so loud in Boy Toy that the whole street could dance to it. Everywhere you looked there were queers making out, drinking, partying and generally celebrating.

"You should have told me it was an orgy in the street," Brian muttered under his breath, taking another long swig of his drink and looking out across the thronging masses.

"Thanks to Rage," Justin smiled," the streets are once again safe from perverts."


By the way, I believe Brian would had said they still had the loft and waved his check in Justin's face. Or alcohol and waved his bottle of wine in Justin's face. Or, in happy dream world, he would have said 'each other' but he wouldn't have, we all know that.

See you all at season four! =D

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