"Alright, shows over. Pay up Minho"

Alby leaned over the large round table and tried to grab Minho's wallet. Minho snatched it away from his friend's grasp, opened it and slowly produced a 50. He threw it across the table with his good hand. It floated down and landed in a puddle of beer.

"You put a bet on them?" Thomas hissed in Minho's ear.

"Our friend can be persuasive. You know that."

Thomas glared at Alby who was shaking the 50, trying to dry it out.

"You knew you were going to win."

"Maybe, maybe not. Minho is such a easy mark" Alby sniggered.

He dodged as Thomas lunged at him, held the money out of reach, unaware that Thomas was actually going for his beer. He grabbed it and downed the rest in one.

"Drinks are on you." Thomas grinned.

"But it's my birthday" Alby protested.

"You have ill-gotten gains through Minho manipulation"

"It's payback for having to listen to Newt for the last few months when no-one else would"

He pointedly glared at Thomas.

"What did Newt say?" Another voice

They looked up to see Gally, his arm around Newt's shoulder, holding the blonde close. His other hand wrapped in an icepack. No-one bothered asking, used to seeing Gally with mystery injuries.

Newt slid a tray full of shots across the table. They stopped when they hit Minho's cast.

He gave Alby a dark look and shook his head.

"Nothing" Alby said quietly

"Good that. Shove over then."

Newt pushed Alby along the booth and Gally sat next to him. He leant over and grabbed a shot glass.

Everyone followed suit. Except for Minho, who had his drink smoothly removed from his hand and downed by Thomas, who grinned at Brenda.

Newt slid onto Gally's lap with a grin and ran his hand over his hair, giving it a gentle pull at the back. Gally leant forward and whispered something in Newt's ear. Newt looked disgusted, then smiled sweetly before whispering something else back, then knocking back his shot.

Gally wondered how drunk he really was.

"Are you back together?" Brenda asked.

Everyone around the table looked at Newt who shrugged noncommittally. They had witnessed armageddon. Brenda only been told about it.

"We could never just be friends." Newt finally answered slowly, turning to face Gally "Could you handle long distance for a while?"

"Sure, why not."

Everyone at the table looked as if they were going to be sick, they knew that it was a romantic as he got.

"It means that I'll be around a lot more Tommy" Newt smiled, full of hope for forgiveness.

Not a word from Thomas. He just looked wary. Minho took his hand and squeezed it in support.

He did miss his friend. Something felt different with the way he held himself and he wanted to know why. And it was so hard to say no a face like that. He took a deep breath before uttering the next words.

"Who wants to play last Shank standing?".

As if they were all waiting for Thomas to forgive Newt, the silence was broken by shouting.

"What are the rules?" asked Theresa over the noise.

"There are no rules." said Newt with a grin, pleased that everything was going to work out. "Just grab a glass and drink."

His suggestion was met with another roar and the sound of glass slamming down on wood, the table rocking under the pressure.