When it came to a party, there was only one thing better than dancing. And that was pizza. The fact that Bernie was paying for it made it all the more tastier. [color=blue]"Watch yourself, Berns. You keep doing things like this for me, I might marry you on the spot."[/color] Of course, the irony and impact of that statement was lost to DJ as he tore into his first slice. After a round of thrilling conversation, the mini pizza party was interrupted by the appearance of one Trevor Rogers. DJ was familiar with Trevor, but wasn't really someone he hung out with. There were a few times, but mostly DJ just associated him with Rob. They did look similar, after all. [color=blue]"Takes one to know one, Fido,"[/color] he commented, taking a drink of punch as he peered at Trevor's phone to see what the fuss was about this time. He didn't expect a whole lot; Rob was one of his best friends, after all. Whatever secret he had, it couldn't have been that shock- "[b]Jesus, Carter! Say it, don't spray it![/b]" DJ ignored the annoyed dance-goers, coughing as he recovered from his impromptu spit-take. He knew Rob and Ara had a tendency to stick together, but he didn't think it would lead to something like that. It made him wonder when exactly it happened; before or after Ara was dating Ron. Furthermore, he wondered who exactly knew such a secret aside from Rob or Ara, and put it on the site. With each reveal, it seemed, the scope of the mastermind got bigger and bigger. [color=blue]"Well...I guess that's out there now,"[/color] he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Looking at Rob and Ara, he offered a shrug. [color=blue]"I mean...congrats. Both of you. I...assume you didn't expect us to find out this way, but, regardless, I'm happy for you. I think some of the rest of us are, too, right guys?"[/color]