After they emerged from the bathroom, Joey decided he wanted to go to a club. After everyone agreed, some more reluctantly than others they headed out. Chris and Lance rode with Justin and Britney in Justin's car. Tyler who had invited himself along and Bobbee, who'd shown up while they were in the bathroom, rode with Joey and JC in Joey's car.

They entered the club and found a table large enough for all of them.

JC began to take his jacket off and Joey frowned. "Keep the jacket on. You look ridiculous." He sneered, heading for the dance floor without a backward look toward his boyfriend.

Bobbee smiled sympathetically at JC and patted his shoulder, while Justin glared holes in Joey's back.

"I'm gonna go get drinks. What does everybody want?" Chris asked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Chris turned to JC after everyone else had given their orders. "Jayce, what do you want?"

"Rum and coke." JC requested, not even bothering to look up from the table.

"No." Justin said, frowning at JC.

"What?" JC asked, looking up at Justin with confusion.

"Alcohol isn't good for the baby." Justin said, reaching over and squeezing JC's thigh lightly under the table.

JC sighed, capturing Justin's hand in his own. "Just coke I guess." He said.

"No, no caffeine either." Justin stated quietly, running his thumb along the back of JC's hand.

"Jesus Justin, you'd think you were the one having the baby." Britney laughed, not noticing the look that Justin cast her way as she was removing her jacket.

"Just get me water please." JC said, slipping his hand out of Justin's when he noticed Tyler watching them closely.

"Can you change mine to water too?" Justin asked, flashing JC a small smile.

"Let's dance Justin." Britney said, pulling Justin from his chair.

Justin turned to JC. "I'll be back in a little bit."

JC smiled and nodded his head. Bobbee scooted over into Justin's seat and wrapped an arm around JC's shoulders. Tyler scowled at Justin.

Justin decided this was the last dance. Britney had talked him into five in a row. He glanced over her shoulder to the table where his friends sat. He stopped dancing and headed for the table without a word to Britney. Joey had a man shoved against the wall with his hand on his throat. JC was pulling on Joey's arm. Justin shoved through the crowd. He heard Joey yelling as he got closer.

"Did you fuck him? Fucking answer me now. Don't make me ask again." Joey warned, his hand squeezing the man's throat tighter.

"Joey, please stop. I told you, I don't even know him." JC cried, tugging on Joey's arm.

Justin finally made it through the crowd. He wrapped an arm around JC's waist and pried his hand off of Joey's arm. "Come on Jayce; stand back before you get hit." He said.

JC allowed Justin to pull him away from Joey. "Please Justin, stop him before he does something stupid." JC begged.

"Too late he already did." Justin muttered, as he grabbed Joey's arm.

"Let go Justin." Joey growled, as he glared at Justin over his shoulder.

Justin continued pulling on Joey's arm. "Joey man, stop it. You're gonna kill him."

"That's what I'm planning on. So back the fuck off Justin." Joey yelled, yanking his arm out of Justin's grasp.

"Joey, come on. Stop it." Justin said, grabbing Joey's arm once again.

"Get the fuck off Justin." Joey roared, flinging his arm out attempting to shake Justin off. His arm flew back and his elbow caught Justin in the face, knocking him to the floor.

"Ow, fuck!" Justin swore, cradling his head with one hand and covering his nose and eye with the other.

JC immediately rushed to Justin, kneeling beside him. "Are you ok?" He asked, one hand on Justin's back and the other on his knee.

"I'm fine." Justin said, smiling weakly at JC while blood ran between his fingers.

"You're not fine you're bleeding. Goddamn Joey." JC swore, running his fingers through what little hair Justin had yet.

"Get out of my way." JC heard Bobbee screech. He looked up to see her pushing through the crowd.

She looked at Joey still holding the guy against the wall, and frowned before kneeling next to JC and Justin. "What happened? Did Joey hit him?" She asked JC, while pulling the white scarf from around her neck and handing it to Justin, who gave a muffled thank you as he pressed it to his nose.

"I asked Justin to get Joey off that guy and Joey didn't take too kindly to it." JC said, helping Justin to his feet.

Bobbee shook her head with disgust and headed for Joey. She stopped right behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"What?" Joey shouted, turning to look at her over his shoulder.

Bobbee drew her fist back and punched Joey in the nose. "Knock your shit off and act like an adult for once." She said, cradling her hand as she turned away from him and led JC and Justin through the crowd.

"I'm gonna drive Justin home." JC said, stopping at their table to retrieve their coats.

Tyler stood to follow JC. "I'm coming with you. What the hell happened out there?" He asked.

Bobbee grabbed Tyler's arm. "Actually Tyler, can you just get a cab and take me to the hospital?" She asked, grimacing as she held her hand close to her stomach.

"Why, what's wrong?" Tyler asked, eyeing Bobbee suspiciously.

Bobbee looked at Tyler sheepishly. "I think my hand is broken." She said.

"What? How'd you break your hand? Let me guess Timberlake threw you in front of him to save his own ass?" Tyler sneered, laughing when Justin looked up at him and he saw the damage Joey had done.

"No, Justin wouldn't do that. I did it when I hit Joey. Now, am I going to stand here in pain all night or are you going to take me to the hospital?" Bobbee asked, tired of Tyler's constant badgering and ridiculing of Justin.

Tyler sighed in resignation. "Fine, get your jacket and I'll get a cab."e; He said, before turning to JC. "Maybe you should come along, Miss. Timberlake might not make it through the night."

"Fuck off Tyler!" Justin snarled, through the scarf pressed to his face.

Tyler stepped forward as if to make a move toward Justin. JC stopped him with a hand on his chest. &qout;Give it a rest Tyler. I'm tired, my ankles are swelling, I'm hungry, and I'm cranky as hell, if I were you I wouldn't fuck with me." He warned his brother, stepping around him still hanging onto Justin's arm and headed for the door.

JC stopped suddenly, as he remembered that Chris and Lance had ridden there with Justin. He turned to look for them and found Lance right near him and called him over.

"I'm taking Justin home in his car. Can you guys get that drunken ass home alright?" JC asked, pointing in the direction they'd left Joey.

"Sure thing man. We'll get Brit home too." Lance said, laughing at JC's embarrassment over forgetting about Britney.

Justin tugged on his arm that was in JC's hand, trying to get his attention. "JC, can we please go? My head feels like it's about to split wide open." He groaned.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. Come on; let's go baby." JC said, moving his hand from Justin's arm to around his waist.

Chris turned to Lance, his eyebrows raised questioningly.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you when we get home. For now, let's get Britney and drag Joey's ass to the car." Lance said, propelling his boyfriend through the crowd with a hand on his back.