A/N: Imma just make an author's note at the beginning of every chapter now, because they're fun to write.

Duuude, stuff HAPPENS in this chapter! Srsly, it goes dooooown.

Shoutout to TheDoctorWatson for being awesome.

Managed to make the "Crap Game Crusaders" (cuz MLP references), 'specially Benny and Nicely, super in-character in this chapter. It's almost like I wrote something… what's the word… CANNON. Yay

RACHEL, IF YOU'RE STILL READING, you've destroyed enough friendships and made it awkward to be around enough people. Please, for your own good, STAHP READING THIS

Dream big and get on boats to Cowland,

-The Bacon Wrapped Spassidy

The three men sighed in relief as the door closed behind the last gambler to leave.

"Well, that was…" Nicely said, searching for words.

"… Interesting…" Finished Benny, sitting on a table, his butt narrowly missing a spill of – something.

Nathan Detroit nodded, wide-eyed, scanning the wreckage around them. "Yep. Interesting."

They had just gone through the ordeal of running their biggest crap game yet. Of course, there was a plus side; they were now one hundred thousand dollars richer. But they were also completely exhausted and stranded in the unruly disaster that was once the storage room they had sworn to keep clean.

"Do you really think that Mr. Jackson will notice that it's a little messy? I mean, it ain't that bad in here." Nicely offered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure." Nathan replied sarcastically.

"Well…" started Benny, "We could just move a table in front of that hole in the wall… and most of the mess ain't something a little love can't fix! Not too sure about how we're gonna fix that window though."

"Glue!" Suggested Nicely enthusiastically.

Nathan slapped a hand to his forehead. "No. We ain't movin' no tables, we ain't giving this place no love, and we definitely ain't gluin' no windows."

"Then what is we gonna do?" asked Nicely.

Nathan rubbed his eyes, thinking for a moment before deciding on his next course of action. "I'm gonna go call Mr. Jackson and explain our situation. Hopefully he'll understand."

"And if he don't?" said Benny.

Nathan shrugged. "Let's hope he does. Don't go nowhere; I'll be back." he grabbed his coat and hat and left the storage room.

"Bye, Nathan!" said Nicely, waving to his boss.

The door closed, leaving the two men in silence. Benny got off the table and sauntered, smirking, up to the other man.

"Hello, Nicely." he greeted somewhat flirtatiously.

"Um… hello..."

Benny grabbed his boyfriend and pulled him close, giving him a kiss. Nicely pushed him away.

"Benny… not here… we ain't at home…"

"Come on, Princess. I've waited to kiss you all day! Plus, we're safe in here; no one's gonna find us."

"But… what if Nathan comes back?"

Benny pulled Nicely back in, this time resting his chin on his roommate's shoulder. "He ain't gonna come back for a while. We got time."

Nicely thought for a moment. Nathan discovering their relationship would be utterly humiliating, but Benny was so pleasantly warm…

"Okay." Nicely muttered into his boyfriend's chest.

Southstreet grinned, moving back just far enough so he could press his lips to the other man's. As they kissed, Nicely let his hands wander to Benny's cheeks. The taller gambler pushed Nicely against the nearby wall, deepening the kiss. Johnson felt ice-cold hands snake under his shirt and up his back; he shivered, moaning slightly against Southstreet's lips, enjoying the feeling. Neither of them cared about if Nathan was returning or not anymore; they were completely lost in each other's embrace.

The two men were so lost, in fact, that they were completely unaware of when five whole minutes had passed. Or when Nathan Detroit walked into the storage room.

Nathan stared incredulously for a moment, trying to understand what was going on in front of him. It looked like Benny and Nicely were pushed up against the wall, kissing each other passionately. But that couldn't have been the truth.

"Um… Hello?" he said quietly.

Nicely and Benny separated immediately, both turning bright red.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing… nothing at all!" stuttered Benny, moving away from the wall. Nicely nodded in agreement.

"Because it looked an awful lot like you two were… uh… kissin'…."

Benny laughed. "No! Why would you think that?" he said, more than somewhat (A/N: I is Damon Runyon) uncertain of where he was going with his words.

Nathan raised his eyebrows. "I think that you two have had too much to drink tonight."

Nicely began to disagree but Benny kicked him, before interjecting: "Yes… That's probably it… I – we – is probably… really drunk right now…" He was not quite as convincing as he hoped.

Nathan just nodded. "I think you two should go home."

"Yes! Yes, I think that would be a great idea!" Agreed Nicely, a bit too quickly.

Nathan opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it.