A/N: Yesh, 'tis summer!

In this chapter, SKY IS HERE! yay

Sky is also a ginger, as most of you already know. More yay

Furthermore, this is a rreeaaaaaaaaaaalllyyyy short and sort of useless chapter in which people talk about things. It is also not very fluffy… which means I have been saving up my fluff for the giant fluffball that will be an upcoming chapter. Stay tuned, folks.

Without further ado, here's a thing!

Hugs,

-BWR

Nicely stood off to the side of the garage, admiring his work from afar. He smiled, watching the crap game unfold in front of him. It was a huge success; almost all of the old gamblers were there. There was Harry the Horse, Angie the Ox, Rusty Charlie, Sky Masterson… Wait, Nicely thought to himself, Sky Masterson? He had thought Sky had quit gambling after his marriage to Sarah; Southstreet felt the need to investigate. He cautiously approached the tall, strongly built redhead.

"Uh… Sky?"

Masterson turned around, then smiled as he recognized his friend. "Hey, Nicely! It's been a long time!"

"It sure has been. What's up?"

"Oh, you mean about me bein' here… Well, you gotta understand, I love Sarah, and I'm makin' an effort to go to fewer games, I couldn't just quit altogether… You know?"

Nicely nodded. "I understand."

Sky leaned against a nearby table. "Hm… I don't think you do. You ain't married to a doll."

Nicely laughed. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"Congratulations, by the way."

"For what?"

"Your marriage."

Nicely smirked, blushing slightly. "Oh, thanks. How did ya know?"

"Sarah told me that you wanted her to marry you, and that she turned you down 'cause you were both guys. She was appalled, of course, but I'm glad that you two finally got hitched."

"And how did ya know that?"

Sky laughed. "Your ring."

Nicely smiled. "Yes, of course. Well, thank you."

"Ya know," said Sky, "I never thought you two would get together."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I never thought Benny would actually settle down. I never thought that man and his ego too big for his 58-centimetre head would ever find someone good enough for him. "

"Benny ain't that vain…"

Sky laughed. "He may not be anymore, but he sure was. Trust me; I've known him since we were teenagers."

"Ah, well, I'm happy that you accept us more than your wife does."

The taller man smirked. "Anytime. My father always told me that if something ain't affectin' you in a bad way, there ain't any reason to hate it."

"That's good advice."

/*/*/*/

Nicely said his goodbyes to the last gambler to leave. The door shut behind him, finally leaving him alone with his husband. He turned to Benny, who was standing behind him, a smile on his face.

"So, our first crap game!" Nicely said with a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah."

Nicely approached Benny, wrapping his hands around the taller man's waist and looking up at him. "That was great."

"So it was."

"We made some money?"

"Yes. A lot, in fact. Over one thousand dollars."

Nicely smiled. "That's good. You know who was here tonight, Benny?"

"Who?"

"Sky Masterson!"

"Sky? I thought–"

"–He tried quittin', but he couldn't, not even for Sarah. He'll be comin' to fewer games now, though."

"Alright. Too bad I didn't see him. We've got lots to catch up on."

"Well, Benny, turns out Sky already knew we were married."

"He did?"

"Yeah, Sarah told him. He's okay with it, though."

"That's good."

Nicely leaned his head against Benny's chest, pressing himself closer to his husband. "I'm glad so many people are on our side," he muttered.

Benny quickly kissed Nicely on the forehead. "Yeah, well, we're the ones who run the crap game. No one can hate us, not if they want to have any fun 'round here."

Nicely laughed. "You're right."

Benny slowly ran his fingers though Nicely's hair. Nicely closed his eyes at the touch, relaxing against his husband's calm, steady heartbeat.

"Benny," the younger man said after a minute of silence, "you think we should go home now?"

"I was hopin' you'd ask that, I really wanna kiss you right about now…"

Nicely pulled away, raising his eyebrows at Benny's statement. "Oh?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then..." Nicely stared at Benny, waiting for him to make his move. Benny closed his eyes, leaning in for a kiss, but he felt the smaller man squirming out of his arms. "...I guess you'll have to get home soon, then!" Nicely finished, before rushing out the door of the garage.

Benny rolled his eyes in exasperation, but Nicely had still managed to get him to bolt out the door in hot pursuit of his husband.