"Man, I had to get out of that den of depression," Mike declared as he and Peter walked into the diner down the street.

"I'm just glad I won the game," Peter said triumphantly.

The pair waited for the hostess to seat them. Peter glanced around at his surroundings and noticed three women in a booth towards the back. One of them looked familiar to him.

"Hey, that's Davy's girl Mary. I remember her from the other night when she was pressing Davy to choose a permanent girlfriend."

Mike looked over in the direction to which Peter was referring and his eyes widened. "Which girl?"

"The brunette."

"That can't be Davy's girlfriend Mary because that's Micky's girlfriend Mary Ell-"

Before Mike could finish he made the connection. Davy's Mary and Micky's Mary Ellen were one in the same. "Peter, something smells fishy here."

"Well, it says the catfish is on special tonight."

"No, I mean that girl. Are you sure that's who you saw with Davy?"

"Of course, why?"

"Because she is the exact same girl Micky has been dating."

"Are there only two of you," the hostess interrupted.

"Yes, can we have that booth back in that corner, it just has so much better lighting," Mike attempted to get a seat nearby the serial dater.

"Mike, I always like to sit nearest too…" Peter was disrupted by an elbow to the ribs.

"Follow me," the hostess rolled her eyes and led them to the booth right behind Mary (Ellen).

"Peter, we are going to listen in on the conversation and see if we can't get any information. Be inconspicuous," Mike whispered.

"Oh, got it," Peter said as he dropped all his silverware on the floor.

Mike sat directly behind Mary (Ellen) and Peter sat across from him and kept the menu close to his face.

"M.E. continue with your crazy story," one of the other girls said.

"Oh yeah, so Micky invites me to one of his shows. When he handed me his phone number it looked oddly familiar and he said he had a roommate named Davy. I was kinds of suspicious but I went with it. When I called the number lo and behold someone with a British accent keeps answering. Now I am convinced Micky and Davy are roommates. So I keep hanging up until Micky answers and gives me the details for the show. I can't very well make Davy jealous if I don't actually follow through with dates…"

"You're so bad," the other friend chimed in.

"Stop interrupting! I'm dying to hear the rest," friend one protested.

Mike and Peter listened on intently and waved the waitress away when she tried to ask them for their order.

"So I figured it would be safe to go to the show, just so the next day I could tell Davy about all my dates with this new guy. I had no idea that not only were these two roommates but also bandmates. I walk through the doors as Davy rounds a corner and is standing next to Micky. I am not sticking around to get my cover blown already so I bolt before I think either of them have noticed me. Luckily, only Micky saw me and I feed him another excuse. Just like I did the night of our first date when I left early to meet up with Davy after he ditched me that night. Him ditching me worked out in my benefit because I got to meet Micky."

"So you had no clue that those two knew each other?" friend two inquired.

"Absolutely not, what a weird coincidence, right? Then when things started pointing to that they did know each other, I didn't want to believe to what extent they were connected. It was crazy."

The waitress came to talk to the girls' table. Peter and Mike both took the opportunity of the break to slowly pull down their menus and stare at each other in disbelief. Never in a million years did they think that their friends' girl troubles involved the exact same girl. They raised up their menus again when the waitress left the girls' table.

"So what's the status now? Is Davy jealous?" friend one continued.

"Not exactly," Mary (Ellen) answered. "I planned on dangling that in front of him, to show him I am a girl in high demand and he shouldn't keep me waiting. But once I saw him again I melted and I thought if I tell him now what if that makes his decision easier. You know, if you already have a boyfriend then he is going to stick with this other bimbo. I gave him an ultimatum instead that he has to make a decision tomorrow."

"What about Micky?" friend two asked.

"Well, he is sensible and so incredible. He says everything I need to hear."

"I'm jealous," both friends chimed in.

"I couldn't ask for anything better and I'm comfortable with him. But there's something more about Davy, he's charming and endearing. He makes my stomach do flips. I'm afraid to do something to lose the possibility of having him. With Micky it feels like no matter what he will always be there and loyal."

"Why put up with that stress though? Wouldn't you want a relationship that is open and honest with no loopholes and complications?" friend two asked.

"That does seem ideal and when it's that predictable there is no passion in the relationship. I would miss the drama, arguments, the fact that I stay up at night tormented by thoughts of him, cursing him, being so in love that I act impulsively. With Micky, I would be lying if I said not seeing him anymore would affect me because I'm not feeling anything at all."

"You feel nothing towards him?" friend one pressed.

"Not really, it hasn't been long enough. Davy is just wild and frustrating and intoxicating. It's like I'm addicted to the complication of things. It's a rush."

Mike tuned out the rest of the conversation and stared at Peter wide eyed. They both understood the look between them and abruptly got up from their table and made their way towards the door trying to go undetected.

"Hey, you all didn't order anything," the hostess yelled after them as they bolted.

The pair walked quickly to make sure they were undetected by the relationship fraud to discuss what was going on.

"What a sleazy, conniving…" Mike fumed.

"Watch what you say Mike, we are still talking about a lady here."

"You must be using that term lightly, Shotgun."

"What should we do about this?"

"I think there is no other choice except to tell them what we know."

"I'm nervous to do that. Who knows what their reaction will be."

"Judging from previous stori…I mean encounters, I suspect that they will go straight for the jugular. Each other's jugular."

"But it's not either of their faults that Mary…Mary Ellen, whatever her name is, is playing both of them."

"I know that but they seem to have this macho, defense thing come up when it comes to girls. Remember the fight at The Bungalow?"

"How could I forget, no one talked to each other for days…Oh and there was a bank robbery too."

"I see no way around it though. They have to know we can't keep this from them."

"You're right, Mike," Peter said putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Let me know how it turns out."

Peter took off running in the opposite direction of the Pad.

"Coward," Mike yelled after him. "Two can play at this game."

He watched Peter get smaller in the distance and began walking towards the Pad. "I'm just going to wait until he gets home."

Peter arrived back at the Pad after an hour. He figured by now Mike had broken the news and the storm had blown over. How wrong he was though. He found Mike leaned up against the outside wall right next to the door with one leg casually propped up.

"Welcome home!" Mike said spreading his arms open with the greeting.

Peter's face turned sour. "How long have you been out here?"

"I came right back after you ditched me. I knew you would come back eventually," Mike answered with a wicked smile. "Nice try."

Peter let out a long heavy sigh. "I guess I deserved that. Let's get this over with."

Mike opened the door for Peter and held his hand out with a bow, "After you, sir."

Peter brushed past Mike and entered into the impending doom facing them.

They both looked around the room and didn't find Micky and/or Davy at the table where they left them. Mike and Peter glance around the space and still had no sight of their two downtrodden comrades. Mike scratched his hat in confusion as Peter looked in the most ridiculous places like under Micky's drumsticks and in the tea kettle.

Mike shuffled forward to begin looking upstairs. He ran into something with his foot.

"Ow," a voice said flatly.

"Micky? Why are you both on the floor?"

"Sitting in the chairs didn't seem low enough to how we feel," Micky answered.

"Yeah, we are doing better down here," Davy chimed in.

"In what way?" Mike was afraid to even ask.

"Well, we don't have to look at each other being miserable anymore and that alleviated the empathy sadness," Davy said.

"Oh brother, get up you two," Mike said as he began peeling Micky off the floor with great difficulty while Peter did the same with Davy.

"No, we are lower than dirt and deserve the floor," Micky protested.

"We have to talk to you about something important," Peter replied as he propped a limp Davy into a chair.

"Yes and I can't think a better person to tell you about it then Peter," Mike cut in quickly.

"Mike!"

"You three always do that to me and I wanted see what it was like. I gotta say it feels pretty good," said Mike triumphantly.

"Fine, Micky and Davy…woo hoo over here look at me," Peter tried to get the attention of his two friends that were blankly staring at the floor.

Mike had to lift their chins and turn their faces towards Peter, "This is pathetic."

"Now that I have your undivided attention," Peter began. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to go ahead and spit it out. Do you guys know the girl each other is seeing?"

"Micky is dating Mary Ellen," Davy answered.

"I actually know Davy has two ladies now. Sandra and…I actually don't know the other girl's name," Micky admitted.

"Mary," Peter, Mike, and Davy responded at the same time.

"I didn't know everyone was so fascinated by my dating life," Davy looked at Peter and Mike in confusion.

"We're not, trust me," Mike made that clear.

"I don't see what this has to do with anything," Micky sighed.

"Hmm, Mary and Mary Ellen, interesting that these two girls have the same name," Mike urged on.

"Not the same but similar," Davy expressed with disinterest.

"No, the same. Mary Ellen and Mary are the same person. We saw her in the diner and she was talking about you two. I mean how many Micky and Davy's are there that are roommates and bandmates," Peter said abruptly.

"Probably several," Micky said shaking his head.

Mike rubbed his hands down the length of his face and continued with exasperation, "No, no, no it is you two! Micky the day you met her was the day Davy accidentally scheduled two dates and ended up standing her up. She kept hanging up every time Davy answered the phone because she knew it would blow her cover."

"The day she left your date early was the day she met Davy so he could apologize. And the show the other night, she walked in, saw you both, and fled so she wouldn't have to face both of you," Mike resumed.

Micky and Davy sat quietly for a few moments letting all the information sink in. It slowly began dawning on both of them that this was reality. The pair began to perk up slowly but surely. Mike and Peter braced themselves for the brawl that was imminent. Peter put on football helmet and Mike grabbed a broom to help pry them apart.

"This is unbelievable," Davy broke the silence.

"What a hypocrite…" Micky replied and Peter and Mike took apprehensive steps forward. "She was making you choose between two girls when this whole time she was seeing us both as well."

"I'm sorry, Micky. If I would have known that was your girl I would have just left her mad at me and moved on."

"There's no way you could have known. She was manipulating us both."

Mike and Peter backed off a bit in shock. "Who are you two?"

Micky and Davy turned Mike and Peter. "What?"

"Normally you'd be at each other's throats. Now you are all understanding and supportive. This is throwing me off. I've gotta sit down," Mike collapsed into one of the chairs.

"Well it wasn't either of our faults," Micky said.

"Usually you both don't think that far ahead. You're very reactive," Peter answered.

"I guess we've grown and matured," Davy shrugged.

"Let's focus on more important matters," Micky changed the subject back. "What are we going to do about Miss. Mary Fraud?"

"I don't even know where to start. Tomorrow is coming and I wish I could borrow someone else's shoes."

Mike perked up, "Don't worry about that fellas. I had time to think of a plan while I waited for Peter."