'Interesting hairstyle you have.'

'Thanks.' Justin shifted on the stool, doing his best not to let his hormones take the lead. 'Yours is equally fascinating.'

'Rather obvious, tourist.'

A tiny smile, enough to nearly knock Justin off of his seat and out of his mind. He smiled back, wondered what to order.

'Incorrect.'

'Pardon?'

'You're wrong about what you want. I already HAVE a boyfriend, a wonderful one, so go stalk someone else.'

'I don't WANT anyone else.' Justin blurted out and meant it but blushed anyway. 'Besides how did you know what I was thinking?!'

Another perfect Drew grin. 'My parents tell me I'm intelligent.'

'Your parents are great people.'

'Yes they are.'

'So if you DID ever want somebody else, how would I measure up?'

Drew eyed this brown stranger, from head to toe. 'Hmmm, I left my measuring tape back at the lair.'

'The lair? Cool name.'

'Stu's bizarre idea. He thinks...' Drew leaned over and lowered his voice. 'He's Dracula.'

'Batman.'

'Either one. Flapping about, blood drinking.' Drew shook his head, laughed, gulped more alcohol.

'Wolves?'

'What about them?'

'Do you believe in those, that they exist?'

'I've always considered myself one.' Drew laughed again. 'A vampire Were, can you imagine?'

Justin grinned. 'I can Change you.'

'Into what? Sober?! Not today,tourist.'

'It's tomorrow,stranger.'

Two daring, passionate smiles flashed at each other, bodies relaxing.

Possibility of a kiss ruined by a warrior's excited yelp.

'It's on! It's ON!'

Justin glanced back at Sheamus flicking the channel from the usual sports to good old Raw.

Wade in the corner, his patented exasperated face.

'Stu gets grouchy when he does this, but the man likes his crush.' Drew commented.

'Ah yeah, the inked Orton.'

Drew almost sloshed his drink,startled. 'How did you know?'

Justin faltered. 'I...urhm...'

'Don't lie and say lucky guess, tourist.'

'I watch this stuff all the time. My dad taught me, he's a legend back home.'

'Makes sense now.'

'It's what I'M going to do,live in the U.S. and become a champion.'

'Yeah,we're all considering the same, us three,the hooligans.'

'I hope you guys will. You really SHOULD,you'd be great.'

'Thanks for the support cheerleader tourist.'

Hey, maybe we'll all end up there.'

'Hmm, maybe we will.' Drew replied and didn't object when Justin leaned into him, side to side,shoulder to shoulder, both as happy as children in a toy store.

Justin dropped from the past like a freefall, hated to leave, snapped back to reality by the amount of blood he'd lost.

Felt rage, anger, betrayal.

Corey had left him here, on the floor, to die.

He fluttered, flickered, in and out of reality, heart beat slowing.

Black, no sight or sound, red swirls behind his eyelids, dusted with lightning flashes of silver, gold and purple.

Heartbeat continued to slow down.

Large hands cradled him and the big man helped the medic crew slide him carefully into the ambulance.

Blaring sirens didn't wake Corey from his dreams, deep sleep, snug in bed.

Attack Cat watched out the window as the ambulance drove away.