I squeezed Josh's nose between the knuckles of my index and middle finger because I knew how much he hated it. "Thank you. You look nice too." He grimaced as he pulled away, adjusting the dark gray suit he was wearing over a crisp white shirt, and looked around to make sure any potential suitors didn't interpret my action as a romantic advance.

"So, is Robby Lingus coming or what?" he asked, picking up the mojito that he ordered at the same time as his shot.

The bad thing about having three friends who were all really nosey, as well as really close, was that if one knew something that the others didn't, it was only a matter of hours before everyone knew. It was a blessing and a curse. I'd have to give Zoey and Nicole credit though, Josh didn't find out about the Tristan and Robby situation until the day after porn con. Being the good friend that he was, he spent an hour going into details on how much prettier, smarter, and sexier I was than any of the other girls he'd ever seen Tristan with in his pornos. My boobs, ass, legs, face, and intelligence had never been more complimented in my life before that conversation.

It was a testament to my ignorance that my gay best friend knew who Robby Lingus was and I didn't. I didn’t even know Josh watched anything other than male-on-male porn.

"No clue. Nikki didn't say anything, so I wouldn't put my money on it."

Josh frowned, raising his hand to touch his rock-hard hair. I swear he used half a bottle of gel on his blonde hair everyday. Where Zoey, Nikki, and I didn't bother highlighting or coloring our hair, Josh didn't hold back. He had white-blonde highlights redone every three weeks, religiously.

He frowned and shrugged. "You think he might be at least a little gay?"

I snorted before I picked up my glass of vodka and cranberry juice. "I don't think you can be a little gay," I laughed, but secretly asked God not to let him swing both ways.

"You never know, Booger. Maybe he secretly likes bratwurst," Josh said with a straight face. I couldn't help but wince at his use of my nickname.

"Is that what you're going to wish for tonight?"

Josh crossed his fingers on both hands and closed his eyes. "All I want for my birthday is for Robby Lingus to be gay," he chanted before we both burst out laughing.

A manly snort interrupted us, followed be a velvety, smooth voice that sounded amused. "I'm flattered, but I think you'd have better luck wishing Calum was gay. He likes crossing swords."

Josh and I spun around in our stools to face the source of the milky, smooth voice, but I already knew who it was. Tristan was of course standing just two feet behind us, his hands as always, buried into the front pockets of his charcoal colored, slim-fitting pants. The black button down shirt he had on was neatly tucked into his pants and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

Good golly, Molly. I was worried Josh would try to bite him if I didn't get to it first.

Tristan grinned at both of us, when we noticed that Calum stood right behind him with Nikki in tow. "It happens, Tristan. It's just... life. When you have two shafts that close together, you just can't help it." Calum explained with a shake of his head.

Josh snickered from beside me. "Don't I know it, baby. You wanna sword fight?" he purred at Calum with a wink.

I started laughing, looking up at Calum and Tristan just standing there for a moment, completely silent and looking at Josh with blank expressions before they both burst out with loud laughs too. The three exchanged introductions while Nicole squeezed through them, smoothing down the strapless cream dress she was wearing and tossing her straight, long sandy locks over her shoulder.

She shimmied in through the three men to wrap me in a hug. "You look pretty," she said, tugging on a few strands of my wavy hair.