His smile renewed as Adrian bounded down the stairs to join them.  The trio together again.  They had been inseparable for years until college when their paths split a bit.  They never seemed to lose touch though.  Donald remembered meeting Sylvia for the first time two years ago, still quite good friends then, but there wasn't a small dread in the man's heart that he might never be attainable again as there was now.<br/><br/>"It's not been that long, eh?  Yeah.  Having a blast...though I'm sure not as much as Oliver here..."  Donald said, turning to the man next to him who had just been smothered by the talented stripper.  The rest of the guests had left with Morissa soon after, leaving the three comrades alone in their drunken states.  Donald nursed the beer in his cup as Oliver seemed to be a little distracted.  He chocked it up to the alcohol though.  They were quite tipsy to say the least.<br/><br/>Adrian had joined them, an arm slipping around the lucky husband-to-be in a reassuring gesture, but as the man's next statement came out, both shock and perhaps a little relief crossed Donald's face.  He was silent...they all were for a long moment before anyone spoke.<br/><br/>"Oliver..."  Donald said trying to come up with the words in his inebriated state.  "...when did you know about this?  Don't tell me it suddenly just dawned on you?"  The man said, setting his drink down on the bedside table nearby.  However, the small voice in the back of his head proclaimed a very tiny 'Hurrah!' of triumph that his lovely Oliver would still be an object of many fantasies.  He still would have been even if he did plan to marry Sylvia...there'd just be a little less guilt.