A/N: The boys are back!

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me!

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"Alright, y'all. Remember the couch dwellers? They're baaaack," the DJ sing-songs as the boys make their way to the stage.

"Did you see them take a song up?" I ask.

Casey and Tiffani shake their heads. "I bet Elliot gave it to the DJ when he did Slow Hand," Melinda suggests.

"And I'm the detective," I say with a grin.

"Oh my gosh," Tiffani grins as she looks at the monitor. "Don't look now, Liv," she says. "Motown," she giggles.

I groan as the boys do this shoo-bop dance step thing. Oh Lord. I look down at our table and notice all the empty bottles and glasses. Oh. That explains so much. Munch's voice fills my ears as the song starts.

"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside I've got the month of Maaay," he sings, a little bit drunkenly.

Elliot jumps in with the next couple lines.

Well, I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?

Fin and Henry take the first chorus.

My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).

Henry launches into the next couple lines, his eyes locked on Melinda's.

I've got so much honey the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees.

Fin smiles at his fiancée as he sings, "Well, I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?"

The boys do their little dance step again as they belt out the chorus.

My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
ooh ooh ooh

Munch grins widely at Casey, as if there was no one else in the bar.

ooh ooh ooh
hey.
I don't need no money, fortune, or fame.
I've got all the riches baby one man can claim.

Elliot looks at me and smiles. I know he's having a good time, as much as he was dreading this.

I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).

Fin and Henry jump in, finishing the song out.

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
with my girl.
I've even got the month of May
with my girl (fade)

"Okay, gang, now how was that? Nice work fellas. I bet you just might have earned your way off those couches," the DJ chuckles. "Okay, we got another one of the ladies takin' a song, y'all. Casey! Get your blonde self up here!" he commands.

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A/N: For those of you who knew the set list for the rest of the story, I added this one in because otherwise I would have only had 13 chapters. I'm not superstitious, I just prefer round numbers!