A/N Sorry it's taken so long for an update...stuff happens, anyways, enjoy

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, no, no, and did I mention, no?"

"Gregory, we promised your sister we'd go out and act like people with real lives for once."

Greg stood in the middle of Sonny's room, holding his daughter in his arms as she sucked away on her dinnertime bottle and staring his fiancé down. It had been a long day in court; all Greg had wanted to do was come home to spend some quality time with his beautiful baby while Renee and Nadine took in an early movie and late dinner so Nadine could have some time outside of the house. And then maybe she'd come home, all giddy and juiced up from a girly movie and want to put the moves on him. They so rarely got those moments with a four-month old infant in the house, and even when they did, they were often interrupted by Sonny's fretful whimpers over the baby monitor. Thus the idea of a real night of loving with his woman sounded like heaven.

That little fantasy went right out the window when Nadine met him at the door, Sonny on her hip, and a reminder that they were going out to dinner with Nick and Renee, all four of them together.

"Gregory? Are you listening?"

"Yes, and stop calling me Gregory." Greg took Sonny's empty bottle from her, turned her into his shoulder so he could pat her back. "You can go out with my sister and her fiancé; I want to spend some time with Sonny. I've been pulling some overtime, and I've barely gotten to see her all week."

"I've already called Tina's niece, she's on her way over to baby-sit."

"Well cancel."

Nadine simply marched over and plucked the baby out of Greg's arms and continued to burp her child. Sometimes it still amazed her that such a precious thing had come from her body, that she and Greg had created this little life. But this was not the time for parental amazement; it was time for kicking Greg's ass. She sauntered over to him, kissed him in a light teasing way.

"If you don't, I'll cut you off."

Greg paled. "For how long?"

"Until the next time all of us can go out to dinner."

Knowing he was beat, Greg ran a hand through his hair. "Fine. But stop using that as a threat, otherwise, I know you won't mean it when you say no nookie."

Nadine grinned evilly as she put the baby in her crib. "I meant coffee, Greg."

"Bitch," Greg gasped in horror, "that's not mean, that's a sin against God."

"Hey, it worked didn't it?"

Once they'd arrived at the Mexican restaurant, the sadness of leaving his baby girl home ebbed when discovered that not only was Nick looking as worn out as Greg felt but there was also half a bottle of tequila on the table and three shot glasses. One look at the slightly too-wide grin on his sister's face said she was well on her way to Margarita-Ville as they sat down in the booth.

"Hey Gregg-o," Renee said with a giggle.

"Hi Renee. Having a fun night so far?"

"Yes, yes I am. I worked hard, and I play hard." Renee poured another round and nudged a shot glass to her brother. "Cheers."

"Okay the last time I saw you drink tequila was…never, what gives?"

Nick picked up his shot and grinned just as broadly as Renee. "Tell him, babe."

"I've been promoted to assistant supervising day counsellor of my department."

"That's great Renee."

The three of them clinked glasses – Nadine politely declined since she was still breastfeeding – as the waiter came over and took their orders for food and more tequila. When their meals arrived, the second bottle of tequila was half gone and Greg dove into his enchiladas with the gusto of a man marooned on an island eating his first civilized meal again. Drink and food were consumed in equal measure with conversation, but on the other side of the table, as she polished off her quesadilla Renee was once again giggling quietly.

"What's so funny?" Greg asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing. Just thinking about the first time we went to Mexico. But I don't think that I had nearly as much fun as Greg did."

As Greg began to choke on his enchilada, he thumped himself in the chest and glared at his sister. "Renee, I swear to God, don't."

"Don't what?"

"Just…don't. It's way too embarrassing."

"Oh I think we all have to hear it now, Greg," Nick teased his friend. "What happened?"

"The first time we went to Mexico, I tried Mexican food, and my brother tried a Mexican prostitute named Rocia."

Greg choked on his shot of tequila, went red as his salsa as Nadine thumped him on the back.

"Rocia was his first time, too," Renee added proudly.

That one had Nick bursting out laughing. "You're telling me you lost it to a Mexican prostitute named Rocia? Oh man, that…that is just too funny."

"It really, really is."

Greg looked at Nadine. "You think that's funny?"

"Well, honey, I mean…getting caught by your little sister? Not much can top that."

"Oh no, you're right," Greg scoffed before his eyes narrowed. "Except, you know, getting caught by your dad."

This was enough to set the drunken Nick and Renee off again into fits of uncontrollable laughter and Nadine sat scarlet-faced as she slapped jokingly at Greg's arm.

"It wasn't sex, it was just…me and my boyfriend making out in the boat at the lake," Nadine explained.

"And your clothes just happened to have gone missing."

"Yeah, so did Greg's." Renee grabbed the bottle of liquor, carefully pouring it into the glasses.

"Alright, little sister, you wanna start telling secrets?" Greg challenged. "Okay, Nick, ask your fiancé why the shower massager was broken in our bathroom the morning after we went to see Unfaithful at the movies."

Renee gasped dramatically. "I told you I dropped it."

"Are you sure you didn't drop it onto your-"

"I caught Greg reading one of my Danielle Steele books in the Jacuzzi last week," Nadine offered, hoping it would help. She couldn't help but get into the spirit of things, especially now that Greg had moved from getting embarrassed to embarrassing Renee.

"Oh no, that's nothing, Nick read my Cosmo when I was in the hospital when we first started going out."

"It said 'Why Your Body Type Turns Your Man On', so I read it to see if they knew what they were talking about," Nick said, grabbing the ever-popular bottle of tequila and filling everyone's glass.

"Yeah well, you also wore my underwear to work last week."

Not a sound could be heard at the table. Greg looked from Renee to Nick to Nadine, who was just as open-mouthed as him, and back to Nick. "You did what?"

"It was a hot pink thong, too, the one I got when we went shopping Nadine," Renee added, propping her now incredibly heavy head on her hand.

"Okay, I think it's time to get you home, sweetheart." Nick popped out of the booth, pulling Renee by the elbow and keeping his grip on her arm firm to guide her out. "Next time we go out, you are not having anything to drink. In fact, no tequila ever for you again, ever," he added pointing a finger at Renee

"Okay." Renee pointed her finger back in his face in a similar way, then smiled to Greg and Nadine. "Bye-bye you guys."

Greg watched as his co-worker poured his sister into a taxi, before turning back to Nadine. They stared each other down for about four seconds before bursting into wild, uncontrollable laughter. When Greg finally managed to breathe again, he had to wipe at his eyes with the edge of his sleeve.

"Well, that was…um…"

"There will not be a single drop of tequila at our wedding, Greg," Nadine hooted, "and you are not going to say anything to Nick about wearing his girlfriend's underwear to work. He'll beat you to a pulp."

"I know, and believe me, the thought of seeing him in rosy-lace underwear is just…"Greg trailed off on a shiver, "punishment enough."

"What about seeing me in my underwear?" Nadine wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"You mean..."

"That and so much more."

Greg couldn't pay the check fast enough.