HANK: Couldn't find a date, I see?
Welcome to the Banquet.
ME: Actually, I'm going stag.
HANK: More like going--
NATHAN: Hank! We agreed we were all going to get along tonight, remember?
BEN: It's going to be the last time we're all together for awhile.
RITCHIE: I don't want to think about it. It'll make me cry.
JEREMY: Real tears?
RITCHIE: Tears aren't sadness, Jeremy. Empty glasses are sadness.
We all took our seats at the table. The Banquet was being held in the ritziest hotel in Providence. I was hoping I could be drunk before the entrees.
BILLY: Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Someone had to pick up their date.
HANK: Couldn't find the right corner, Carter?
CARTER: Not me.
BILLY: Actually, not him is right. I meant my date.
That was when everyone gasped.
ELI: Bart?
BART: Miss me?
JEREMY: Bart is your date?
BILLY: He just got back into town, and we ran into each other.
BART: We grabbed coffee, and it was like old times.
HANK: But you two barely knew each other.
BEN: So you could show up for the Banquet but not for your ex-boyfriend's funeral?
BART: Let's not drag the past into this. If we start putting skeletons on the table, there won't be any room for the food.
BILLY: Bart, why don't we get something to drink?
BART: Great idea.
They walked over to the bar. All eyes went to Jeremy.
JEREMY: Don't look at me.
NATHAN: You're just going to let him--
JEREMY: Billy's a big boy. He can do whatever he wants. Besides, Bart's a nice guy.
HANK: He was a nice guy until he went crazy.
RITCHIE: Yes, well, having Davis steal your boyfriend from you will do that to a person.
ELI: He had a weird look in his eye.
BEN: Carter, how was he on the ride over?
CARTER: He was okay. He seems a lot more confident.
JEREMY: Either way, he's back, and he used to be our friend.
HANK: I never liked him.
JEREMY: You never like anybody.
HANK: True, but with him, it was special.
Soon the meal got under way, and then everybody began to dance. I took the opportunity to snag a slow dance with Ritchie.
ME: So do you think Billy and Bart look serious?
RITCHIE: Billy never gets serious with anyone.
ME: I'm still concerned.
RITCHIE: Why? Do you love him now too?
ME: No, but my brother still does.
RITCHIE: What makes you say that?
ME: A twin knows, trust me.
RITCHIE: So?
ME: I want to help him. I want to snag his dream boy for him.
RITCHIE: Jackson, this is not something you want to get involved in, trust me.
ME: It's not like it would be that hard. They'd be great together.
RITCHIE: I'm telling you--Leave it alone.
Just then, there was a crash. We all turned and looked at the door.
RITCHIE: Oh my God.
Bart wasn't the only one who decided to show up tonight.
CAL: Let me guess? My invitation got lost in the mail?
Cal had made his entrance--with blood all over him--and promptly collapsed.
ME: I'll get the car running. You get the Queens.
RITCHIE: You got it.
Now we were going to get some answers.
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