Drew, Oswald, and Lewis were sitting at their usual table at the Warsaw, cold beers sitting in front of them while they chatted idly about their days. Drew was in the middle of another rant about the injustices of his job and Lewis and Oswald were half-listening, only replying when Drew gave them a look that meant he expected a response.

"Yeah, that's right," Lewis chimed in at one of these moments. Drew seemed content with the answer and drooped into a tumultuous silence as he nursed his drink. After a moment Lewis glanced at the other two and asked, "So where's Kate?"

"Still out with that stomach flu," Oswald responded as Drew's mouth was currently full of beer. "She's been throwing up almost every day."

"Still?" Lewis asked incredulously. "It's been like two weeks."

"I know," Oswald said, his expression full of worry. "I keep trying to convince her to go to a doctor but she just gives me that look that makes me fear for my life."

Lewis laughed. "Any look Kate gives me makes me fear for my life."

"Yeah, well, you usually deserve those looks," Drew pointed out.

"Never said I didn't," Lewis said with a shrug. He took a drink and then continued with the conversation. "So do you think she'll ever actually go to the doctor's or will she just wait 'til she dies and then Oswald can tell her 'told you so?'"

"Lewis," Oswald said in exasperation. Lewis shrugged with a goofy grin, letting them know that he was only kidding. "I don't know, I think she might go if she doesn't get better soon. Two weeks is a pretty long time to have the flu, maybe she'll finally give up and go see a doctor if it doesn't go away in a day or two."

"You know, Eugene's been going by to see her practically every day," Drew put in, a strange look on his face.

"Eugene?" Lewis asked in surprise. "Your gay friend?"

"Yeah. Apparently he works with Kate now and they've become really good friends," Drew said with a nod.

"I like him, he's really friendly," Oswald said with a smile.

Lewis raised an eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously but chose not to say what he was thinking. "I guess it's about time she got a feminine friend. Still, he makes me a little nervous, especially since he told me that my ass looked like a cupcake," he said, pulling a grimace and taking a drink to wash away the memory.

"Well at least he never kissed you," Drew said, shaking his head. "He's kissed me twice."

"That's true," Lewis agreed, breaking out in laughter. "Was he at least a good kisser?" he added jokingly.

Drew glared at him. "Why don't you go kiss him yourself and find out?" he shot back with a shrewd smile. "I'm sure he'd be happy since he seems to like you so much."

"You're just jealous 'cause he liked my ass better than yours," Lewis replied and then paused thoughtfully. "You know, this is kind of creepy that we're arguing about this. About how much a guy liked us. It makes us sound – well – odd."

"You're right," Drew said, laughing nervously. The three of them exchanged awkward looks and then Drew suddenly said, "So, what did you guys think about that Browns game last weekend? It was pretty sad, wasn't it?" Lewis and Oswald took the hint and immediately leapt into the conversation. Lewis was glancing between his two friends with a distracted look, surveying them both slightly apprehensively. Lewis had never questioned his own sexuality, except for that one time back in high school when he'd been really drunk, but he was really starting to wonder about his friends, Oswald especially.

"You alright, buddy?" Oswald asked abruptly, jerking Lewis back into the conversation.

"What? Yeah, fine," he said, waving his hand vaguely. "I was just trying to remember something and got sidetracked."

"You seem to be doing that a lot lately," Oswald commented innocently, his eyes panning over his best friend with a hidden anxiousness. Lewis shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. It was true, he had been getting distracted a lot more than usual, but it was because Kate kept working her way into his thoughts and he couldn't seem to get her to stay out. His promise to himself of forcing away all fantasies of her only seemed to make her appear more often, and the memories of that night kept reemerging to make matters worse.

"It's this new drug they're testing at DrugCo," Lewis said on sudden inspiration. "It's supposed to make you think more, but the side-effect is that the thinking comes at random times and it makes me space out on reality a lot."

"That sounds dangerous," Drew said, staring at Lewis nervously. "You have no control over when these thinking times come? What if they hit you while you're driving or something? When is it supposed to wear off?"

"Should wear off any day now," Lewis said. "And I've been carpooling with Oswald to work so no worries there. Even when I'm driving, I have him there to wake me up."

Drew didn't seem to like that answer very much, but he didn't argue. Of course, Oswald was looking more than a little perturbed as well and Lewis didn't blame him. Sure, Lewis wasn't actually spacing out on reality while driving, but Oswald thought that he might and now Lewis had a feeling he wouldn't be driving very much anymore and if he did he would be kept in constant conversation.

"So what do you think about during these 'thinking spells' anyway?" Oswald suddenly asked, his face lit with childish curiosity.

"All sorts of things," Lewis said, trying to bide time while he came up with something to say. "You know, all kinds of things, whatever the situation reminds me of. Sometimes it science, or literature, or memories of things. Like the other day I was taking care of this dog at DrugCo and it reminded me of that time that Drew and I had Mrs. Louder's dog castrated and then we had to –"

"Do that strip show to raise money to get a new dog," Oswald finished with a bright smile. "Oh yeah, I remember that. That was great."

"Too bad Eugene wasn't there that day, huh Drew," Lewis said with his normal sarcastic smirk returning. "He could have seen you naked. Then maybe he wouldn't be so keen on you."

"Shut up, Big Red," Drew said, shooting a glare at Lewis before returning to his drink.

Lewis returned the look of death over the edge of his mug. "Oh sure, bring that into this," he snapped, shifting uncomfortably at the memory. "Besides, it's not red anymore, I told you that."

Oswald erupted into laughter at the fight. "We sure made quite the impression on those city council members, didn't we?" he said cheerfully. "Gave them a show they'll never forget. And we got to be naked."

"Oswald, you really worry me sometimes," Drew said, patting him on the shoulder. Oswald looked confused and his gaze bounced between Lewis and Drew as if hoping that someone would explain it to him.

"Have you ever wondered if maybe Oswald's brain is scrambled from some sort of freak accident?" Lewis said suddenly, a pensive expression on his face. "You know, like maybe something that happened when we were younger set him off and his brain is slowly deteriorating until he'll become this insane blob of goo." Oswald's eyes widened in terror as he stared at Lewis.

Drew sighed. "Oswald, you are not going to turn into goo," he said firmly and Oswald seemed slightly relieved.

"But think about all the possibilities of it," Lewis said, continuing as if he hadn't heard Drew. "He could use his goo form to possess people, and that way he could take over the world."

Both Oswald and Drew watched their friend with different expressions until finally Drew shook his head, a smile on his face even though his tone as he spoke was exasperated. "Lewis, sometimes you think too much."