Mason was still wearing the robe and seated on a bar stool in the kitchen 20 minutes later, when Flynn arrived. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" he asked, taken aback at the billionaire's appearance. "You look like a low-rent jedi in a cheap towelling robe."

"This is Rufus' robe actually Garcia. Good evening to you by the way. And as for my clothes - they in the dryer. It's a long story…" he shook his head dismissively and raised his palm to the unspoken question. "Besides, you're hardly one to talk. Is that the Eastern European knock off version of Chewbacca you're dressed as? You look like a drunk spaniel."

Before he could respond Wyatt, who had entered with Lucy and Rufus, laughed. "Oh my god, that's hilarious, Flynn. He handed him a beer, "May the Schwartz be with you."

"Yeah, may the Schwartz be with you. You look brilliant," chimed in Rufus

Flynn clinked his beer bottle to those held out by Wyatt and Rufus, "May the Schwartz be with you too gentlemen." They all chuckled and took a sip.

Lucy however was perplexed. She may not have been overly familiar with the film series but even she could tell that Flynn's costume of a tan boiler suit, bouffant blonde hair with pointy ears, white brown eye patch makeup and brown lipstick, plus the giant dog-bone he was holding, were definitely not from Star Wars. And it was definitely the force, not the Scwartz, she knew that much. She leant closer to read the name on this his breast pocket, "Barf?" she looked to the others for an explanation.

"Oh yes of course. It's from Spaceballs… very good" Mason answered.

When she still looked confused Wyatt prompted "The Mel Brooks movie…"

Still nothing

"Rick Moranis, John Candy, Bill Pullman, the guys who does the sound effects from Police Academy?" added Rufus. "It's only one of the greatest spoof movies ever made"

"Oh. I never saw it"

"You never saw it!" all four men exclaimed in unison.

"What!?" she shrugged. "Is that a crime or something?"

"It is in my book" muttered Rufus as he rolled his eyes at her.

Wyatt wrapped his arms around her waist and looked into her eyes, his tone serious "Luce you know I love you, but that's the kind of thing that makes a man question his marriage." He broke into a smirk.

"Oh really?" she side-eyed him "Is that so?"

"You better believe it babydoll. When we get home tonight we're watching it – has to be done"

"And what if I refuse?"

He plopped a kiss on her lips. "Remember when you made me watch Citizen Kane?"

Well he had her there.

Jiya appeared and handed Mason the now dry clothes. "Hey Flynn, how's it going? Cool Barf costume. Not strictly Star Wars but I think we can let that one slide" She suddenly affected a deep breathy voice "I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate"

"What does that make us?" chorused Wyatt and Rufus

"Absolutely nothing!" finished Flynn.

They all laughed. OK, Lucy really was the only one who hadn't seen it.

"God I really want to watch Spaceballs again now - maybe we can watch it later tonight Ruf" chuckled Jiya. "But first, cake and presents!" She turned towards the door and called out to Kevin who this evening was in the guise of Finn. "Can you get your mom and round everyone up. We're going to sing to the birthday boy."

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A raucous rendition of 'Happy Birthday' completed, Rufus' mom busied herself cutting slices from the cake – an impressive globe replica of the Death Star that had drawn gasps of appreciation, particularly when Rufus made the first incisions and a cascade of little chocolate stars tumbled from the centre – while her son excitedly tackled the large pile of gifts.

Lucy squeezed Wyatt's side as Rufus reached the present he'd saved for last – the one from them. "I hope he likes it" she whispered. "Oh he'll definitely like it" Wyatt assured her, he'd known what to get him the moment she'd asked if he had any ideas.

Rufus smiled as he read the tag 'Be the master of your own time - spend it wisely with the people you love, doing the things that make you happy. But this might take a while so if you need a hand you know who to call... though you probably won't let us near it! Lucy Wyatt x'

His jaw dropped and his eyes bugged when he removed the wrapping paper. "Are you serious?!" He closed the distance between them and drew them both into a massive hug. "That's second only to the lightsabers in the list of greatest gifts ever. Thank you – I love you guys!"

"Love you too buddy," Wyatt slapped his back. "But ah, maybe you want to let go at some point…"

"Yeah, sorry." He finally released them and returned to gazing at the box. It was 7541 pieces of plastic perfection – the Star Wars Millennium Falcon Lego kit. "But you're right – not a chance in hell you're getting near this. This puppy's all mine."

"Told you he'd like it"

The rest of the evening was thoroughly enjoyable. They'd had a few more drinks, a lot more laughs and Jiya had even organised a tournament of lightsaber battles with everyone joining in. Lucy managed to beat Mason (fully dressed once more but minus the syrup) and Michelle, but her natural tendency to trip on her own feet had her out pretty quickly. Jiya fared better, her years of online gaming having sharpened her responses only finally losing out to Kevin, but it was Denise who unsurprisingly proved the most skilled of the women coming within a hair's breadth of beating Flynn to the final against Wyatt - Rufus only grumbling slightly when his best friend knocked him out in the penultimate round. It was testament to how much had changed between the former enemies that Wyatt accepted his eventual defeat with good grace and slapped Flynn on the back in a bro-hug of congratulations on his victory.

The night had ended with a fireworks display set to the Star Wars theme tune. Jiya had pulled out all the stops and judging from the sloppy kisses a now very buzzed Rufus kept laying on her in between loud declarations of 'I love this woman' to anyone and no-one in particular, she couldn't have made it any more perfect.