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There are some kinds of happiness that can only be expressed through alliteration.

So.

Bouncy bassist back from Blighty, banging Bach onna baby grand.

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"Sand in all the sensitive areas . . ." He sips, smirking. "Hey, Gary."

He holds up a hand in greeting.

"Hallo, Charlie. And how're you then?"

"Obnoxiously happy," Charlie says, beaming.

"Charlie and Darien got engaged this weekend. Was why our wall was so abused."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Making an honest man of you is he?"

"High time somebody did," Charlie says breezily.

"I rather think Charlie's making an honest man of Darien."

He looks to Richard curiously.

"Any reason for the switch?"

Charlie just looks innocent. Both of them are outlaws, in their way, he supposes.

"Darien has an interesting employment history, shall we say."

Eyebrow.

"Interesting how?"

"He has a license to carry a gun," Charlie says simply.

"And works for a government agency that doesn't exist."

"And we had him at the flat?"

Kids. Danger. Never should these two meet.

"It's not like he's James Bond," Charlie says. "No nemesises coming to hunt him or summat. Well. 'Cept for that Arnaud bloke but he's dead, he can't follow us."

"I wouldn't have asked them over if it wasn't safe, mate. Relax."

He passes Gary his glass of Scotch.

He nods after a moment.

"Sorry," he mutters.

"No talking smack about my fiance'," Charlie says, but he's smiling.

Richard squeezes Gary's shoulder.

"Not until the toasts anyway."

"Didn't say a word," he smirks, and he looks almost as if he wants to kiss Richard but won't in public.

Charlie bounces a little impatiently, wondering where said fiance' is. "Cake and champagne and dancing," he says. "That'll make a good party, won't it?"

"Sounds bril' to me, mate. Maybe with those little bacon-wrap thingies. And if you're very very lucky, I won't get drunk and sing."

He looks at Richard.

"Nothing wrong with your singing voice, mate," he says after a moment. "Long as it's the Proclaimers," he adds a second later.

"Yes, there must be bacon," Charlie says, and then sings, "'Oh Jean, oh Jean, you let me get lucky wi' you! Oh Jean, oh Jean, you let me get lucky wi' you!'"

He rolls his eyes.

"Think I'm getting lucky with enough people as it stands."