A/N: I myself am not sure who I'm rooting for in this, I have a feeling I will pander.

"Hello, earth to Langston..." She snapped out of her daze at the sound of the smooth voice.

"Sorry, what'd you say?"

"I asked if you were hungry." John chuckled at the blank expression on her face.

"Oh, no I'm good. After we get settled in we should go downtown for the night." Langston said.

"Sounds good." John said as he picked up one of the last boxes sitting in the yard.

"John? I'm glad you came with me." She gazed at him with a look of guilt in her eyes. He hated that she felt like she dragged him from California to Missouri, it was what he wanted to do.

"Look," he set the box down and walked over to her. "this is home, you belong here. And I belong with you. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"How did I get so lucky?" She asked.

"I can't believe half these places are still here." Langston hung on John's arm as they walked down the sidewalk. The Missouri nightlife had gone from the simple weekend carnival she remembered as a kid to essentialy the Las Vegas of the mid-west.

"Which one was your favorite?" John couldn't help but be amused at her excitement.

"Mr. Rose's candy shop, next block over." Langston said. "Can we go see if it's still there in the morning?"

"Of course." John said. "That club looks cool, is it new?" John noted a line formed outside a building glowing from ultraviolet lights.

"Must be, wanna go?"

"I'm down if you are."

"Then let's go." Langston winked, taking John's hand and falling in the long, but moving line.

"Woo, I almost forgot how hard it is to keep up with you." Langston fanned herself as she took a seat at the bar.

"That's ok, you keep up in other places." He crooned in her ear. "Get yourself a drink, I'm gonna hit the men's room before we go." John rubbed the back of her neck before he walked off.

"Coke and Rum, please." Langston said. The bartender made up the drink and handed it to her. "Thank you." She smiled. She took a slow sip before she spun around on the barstool, John still wasn't back.

"This seat taken?" Langston looked over at the man standing to her right. His voice was polite enough, but his eyes were anything but innocent.

"Oh, um, I guess not."

"Thanks." He said with a smirk. "Captain and Cola." He told the bartender. Langston lowered her head and giggled.

"What, do I have something on my face?" He asked.

"No, no. Just, I guessed you would order that." She said.

"Is that right?"

"Mmm-hmm." She nodded.

"I'm Randy." He extended a hand out to her. His arm slightly flexed, she'd never seen a physique that impressive since she met John.

"Langston." She slipped her hand in his, which he was slow to let go of.

"Pretty name. So Langston, are you new here?"

"I actually grew up here. I moved to California a couple years ago, but I couldn't stay away." Langston said.

"A girl true to her roots, I can respect that." Randy nodded, eyeing her up and down. Langston studied his handsome face, there was something calling out to her about him, she just couldn't wrap a finger around it.

"Do I know you from somewhere? Your eyes, look really familiar..."


"Hey babe, you ready?" John came up from behind and rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, of course. Oh, this is my first new friend here apparently." Langston looked at Randy. "Randy, this is my boyfriend John."

"How's it goin'?" Randy asked before taking a swig of his drink.

"It's goin'." John replied.

"Will I see you around, Randy?"

"I'm sure you will." Randy winked subtely at her.

"Ok, it was nice meeting you." Langston smiled before she hopped off the barstool.

" 'Night." Randy's eyes were fixed softly on Langston as he watched her walk away.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" Langston rolled over into John's arms.

"Yeah, did you?"


"Hey, did you know that guy from someplace?"

"I don't know, he looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Why?"

"He was totally digging you, you know that right?" John looked down at her as he stroked her hair.

"What? No, he was just being nice." Langston said.

"I'm a man, Langston. I know the moves." John said.

"Well even if he was, it'd be a waste of time." Langston sat up on her elbows and kissed him. "I only have eyes for you."