A/N: What on earth does Walter call Larry? He calls him two names, both of which I cannot quite make out. They almost sound like made up words to me.

Larry's ears perked up when Walter, Jack's date (it was a long story), complained about Jack two-timing him. He then uttered a word that Larry could not quite make out, but through the alcohol induced fog in Larry's brain, it sounded suspiciously like an ethnic slur.

Larry had been exposed to plenty in his lifetime. Curiously enough, he'd had slang words about Jews, Romanians, Spaniards and Italians all hurled his way when he was growing up, even though he was Greek. Go figure. Of course, neither he or his family members escaped offensive Greek stereotypes either.

"Woah, woah...what did you call me, Fatso?" Larry spat as he rose up out of his seat.

Walter also stood up and held Larry's gaze.

"Now boys, please don't fight over me..." Jack warned them nervously. The last thing he wanted was a scene.

"You heard me..." Walter looked Larry up and down with disgust before blurting out another insult. The one he finally settled on took Larry by surprise. "Skinnyso!"

Larry's jaw dropped at the incredibly lame insult. Rather than be offended, a slow smile came over his face and he chuckled quietly.

"Skinnyso? Really?" Larry laughed in amusement.

Walter, who had been glaring at Larry until then, smiled sheepishly the more he thought about it.

"Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid, huh?" Walter couldn't help but agree.

"Yeah, I'll say! I'm drunk, what's your excuse?" Larry's shoulders shook with repressed laughter. "Skinnyso?! What the-"

He couldn't hold it in anymore. He started laughing loudly and genuinely at the word. Walter joined him with his own deep, loud belly laughs. Jack was very confused as this was happening. How could they go from being at each other's throats to laughing like chums within three seconds?

"Come on Walter, I'll buy you a beer." Larry smiled at him. "That was a good one."

"Sounds good to me!" Walter nodded cheerfully.

The two men slid out of the booth and strolled up to the bar, leaving a bewildered Jack sitting all alone at the table.

"What just happened?" Jack asked himself out loud. He then realized with horror that he was completely exposed. Those FBI agents could get to him easily now that he had no "date" to shield him from their prying eyes, despite Chrissy and Janet doing their best to distract them.

"Larry! Walter! Wait for me!" Jack cried, clumsily scrambling out of the booth in order to join the new 'pals' at the bar.

THE END