"I told you they had the second-best steak in town." Boxer said.

"What can I say, gorgeous, when you're right you're right." Drew smirked before taking a gulp of his beer.

"Don't look now twinkle toes, but I think someone's taken a fancy to you." Wade motioned Drew to turn around and notice the blonde sitting at the bar flashing him a glance every so often.

"It's nothing…" Drew said.

"I don't know, she's been lookin' your way all night." Boxer said.

"Don't look now." Wade grinned when the blonde came up from behind Drew.

"You wanna dance?" She asked.

"Um, sure." Drew said slowly. She took his hand as he got up from the booth and led him out to the dance floor. He looked back once and Wade and Boxer put up thumbs of encouragement.

"Wade?" Boxer tugged at his shoulder.

"What, love?" He answered groggily.

"It's after 1, shouldn't you call Drew, make sure he's ok?"

"If he's not back yet, I promise you he's more than ok." Wade said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Wade reached behind him and touched the side of her face.

Drew ran a hand sleepily over his face as he quietly came in.

"Hey." Boxer walked out of the kitchen.

"Boxer, what're you doing up this late?" Drew asked.

"I wanted to make sure you got in ok."

"I'm sorry I worried you, but you didn't have to stay up for me." Drew said. He honestly felt bad when he noticed the bags forming under her eyes.

"I wanted to." She put a hand on his shoulder. "It's late, get some rest. We'll talk in the morning."

" You got it." Drew kissed her forehead before they went down their respective ends of the hall.

"Morning."

"Oh!" Boxer dropped the orange she was holding when she heard Drew behind her.

"I didn't mean to startle ya." Drew smiled after he picked it up.

"It's ok, I'm just not used to anyone else being up this early. You want some coffee?"

"That'd be great." Drew went to go into the cabinet, but Boxer nudged him back in the direction of the table.

"Park it."

"Really, I can get it." Drew said.

"Park it, I said." She ordered. Drew couldn't help but smile at the bossy little thing. She reached up into the cabinet, her cotton shorts raising up enough to come dangerously close to giving Drew a peek of her rear.

"You still like it strong, right? Drew?" She turned around when she didn't get an answer.

"What? Sorry, yeah."

"Here ya go." She handed him a cup and sat down across from him. "So, are you gonna be seeing that girl again? She seemed nice."

"Things didn't quite work out." Drew admitted.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Drew said with his head lowered.

"...You miss her, don't you?"

"Does that make me an idiot?" He asked.

"It makes you human."

"You have an answer for everything, don't ya?"

"Why are you being so hard on yourself? You're smart, charming, disgustingly good-looking. If you're guilty of anything it's having that damn blind spot for her. Abby didn't know what a good thing she had, it's her loss." Boxer slipped her hand on top of his.

"I thought I heard you flapping your gums." Wade walked up to the table.

"I'm surprised you could hear anything over snoring." Drew retorted.

"Ha ha, very funny." Wade said before leaning over Boxer and kissing her.

"Be nice, you two-I'll get it." Boxer got up when she heard the phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Boxer? It's Abby."