A/N: Yeah, the short, but gripping conclusion...
Eric looked Wes up and down, a suspicious twitching of his lips the only clue that Wes's costume had even amused him. "And who are you supposed to be?" He asked.
Wes glared at Eric, "You know exactly who I am supposed to be. It's your fault I'm dressed like this in the first place!"
"How is this," Eric gestured to Wes's costume, "my fault?" He paused, "And how did you find it in your size?"
"The Internet," Wes replied shortly, "And you said you were lousy at poker! You weren't supposed to win!"
"Well, Red Butler," Eric said, smirking and leaning closer to Wes, "I lied."
