Title: Why do I Let you Talk me Into These Things? Author: Corliamat Pairing: Greg/Colin/Ryan Rating: PG-13 at most Summary: A night out goes a tad pear-shaped Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't make presumptions, don't make any money from this Additional: Longer than a drabble, but shorter than..um..something else that's longer. I need a Greg/Colin/Ryan icon lol. Dagnabbit "I don't know why the Hell I let you talk me into these things" Greg huffed, surveying the dance floor filled with obscenely gyrating male bodies and sweat. "Because its fun!" Ryan laughed, taking a swig of his beer and looking worriedly towards the bathrooms. "Colin's been a while." "Maybe there's a queue....ewww! He's way too old to be doing that!" Ryan switched his gaze to the dancefloor, seeking out the object of Greg's disgust. He smiled appreciatively at the middle-aged, profusely sweating fat guy trying to burrow his way into a much younger man's backside. "Good on him. His partner doesn't seem to mind." "I know but....damn!" A slight commotion outside the bathrooms took Ryan's attention and he turned to see Colin, who was being pushed up against the wall by a monstrous leather-clad hairball. "Greg!" Ryan shouted, rising from his seat. "What......shit!" came the reply, Greg in hot pursuit as he stormed over to the two. "Get your fucking hands off!" Ryan bellowed, grabbing the other man's shoulder and pulling him away from his struggling lover. "Fuck off and wait your turn pretty-boy" he sneered, dismissing Ryan and turning back to his prey. Before Ryan could react, Greg stormed passed him, barreling into the much larger man and knocking him flat on his ass. "He said, get your hands off!" Greg snarled, taking Colin's hand and pushing him towards Ryan. Greg turned back to the man, who was now getting to his feet and towering over him menacingly, leaving Ryan to fuss over a protesting Colin. "Did he hurt you?" "I'm fine." "Let me check for bruises." "Ryan!" "Well" Mr. Gargantuan grinned, gracing Greg with twin rows of yellowing, glistening teeth. "You're a feisty one, i'll give you that. But i'd never hit a man with glasses." Greg smirked up at the aggressor, the dark anger in his eyes causing the other man to automatically take a wary step back. He casually took his specs off, taking his time to fold them and hand them to Colin behind him, before turning back and smiling in false sweetness. "Bring it on bitch." --------------------------- "So tell me" Greg groused, as the three walked back to their car after being unceremoniously thrown out of the club for fighting."Why do I let you talk me into these things?" "Because it's fun?" Ryan replied weakly.