"I can't quite put my finger on it, but something about this place feels different." Riley told Danny, looking around at all of his trophies that were strewn all over the place.

"You've heard the expression "winner takes all." This is all." Danny told her proudly, just as Ben came swaggering in, wearing a jersey that read Brawlers across his chest.

"I've never seen you look so jocky." Riley told, and Ben smiled cheekily.

"Danny's not the only one who can put a jersey on and hit things with a stick."

"It's softball, and they haven't won a game." Danny told Riley with a look. "Do I need to say more?" That was when Brooke and Tucker came in, and Ben could see that Brooke was definitely looking better than she had been before. Especially because her jersey was nicely fitted, and she was smiling really pretty, her eyes shining...

"Found 'em." Tucker pulled Ben back into reality as he handed him a bag of softball supplies. "They were in the storage room next to the Christmas lights and what I thought was Mrs. Bart's lost chihuahua. It wasn't." Brooke chuckled.

"It was a big, ugly, rat." She told the others. "And I scared him with it!" Tucker looked to her, his eyes wide.

"Hey man, it's freaky enough that you were willing to pick it up, let alone scare me with the damn thing!" Brooke laughed harder, making Ben chuckle.

"Thanks, guys." He told them, before turning to the other two. "And there will be no trash talking of the B-Bar Brawlers."

"That means you, big shot." Brooke told Danny, sneaking up behind him and making him jump, before he shook his head.

"I'm sorry. I just don't see the point of playing if you're not at least trying to win. Back me up here, Riley." Riley scoffed.

"Oh no. I've known you all long enough to know that "back me up, Riley" is two seconds away from "shut up, Riley. Who asked you?"" She told him, doing a bad impersonation of him.

"The point," Ben told them, grinning. "wait for it...is to have fun, and the fun is what I bring. How do you think I got elected team captain?" Tucker and Brooke gave him a look.

"Well, you gave us free beer and ballots and said "vote for me."" Tucker told him, and Brooke nodded, her hand on her hips.

"Yeah, that usually sells me and the frat guys you picked up to be on our team." That was when Riley noticed a picture by one of Danny's trophies, and gasped.

"Oh my God, look at this." She exclaimed, picking up the photo and showing Danny. "Varsity lacrosse. You and me, front and center. Which is fairly unfortunate for all the people in the back." Tucker furrowed his eyebrows.

"You two were on the same team?" Both her and Danny nodded.

"They didn't call her Rigantor for nothing." Danny told him. "She was tougher..."

"And wider." She cut in.

"...than any guy on the field." He finished, and Brooke nodded.

"And she was probably the best player on the team. She was so good, I tried to make the whole cheer team create a cheer just for her for when she made a goal." Riley furrowed her eyebrows.

"You did? Why'd you never use it at the games?"

"That bitch, Sam, never went for it." Brooke told her bluntly. To Tucker, she said, "Sam was the head cheerleader. She and Riley hated each other." Ben furrowed his eyebrows.

"Really? I thought Sam was really nice." Brooke gave him a look.

"No, you thought Sam was really hot. She ignored you all of the time, and you didn't mind because you sat behind her in homeroom, and got to stare down her shirt." Ben scoffed.

"No, that's not why I liked her." Then he looked at the floor. "Although, it wasn't a curse that every day, wrapped in a lacy bra, were two, big, gorgeous-"

"And, we're done with this conversation!" Brooke interrupted before he could continue. Riley smiled headed back towards Ben's room where Emma was.

"Well, you guys have fun playing your game."

"You wanna come play?" Ben asked her. "Everyone's welcome." Brooke nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, come on, Riley!  You'd be great to have on the team!" But Riley shook her head.

"Not really doing the sports thing anymore." She told them, glancing down at the picture in her hand again. "God, this just feels like a different life." Danny nodded, before grabbing his duffel bag and heading for the door.

"Well, you athletes enjoy your afternoon. I've gotta get to the rink and hit stuff with a stick... For money." Then he left, chuckling, just as Tucker checked the time.

"Hey, we gotta get movin'. I need to go hit things with a stick for beer." The three of them laughed, and Riley hurried over to Ben, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him back as Brooke and Tucker walked out the door.

"You're not letting her drink, are you?" Ben shook his head.

"I've promised two drinks, beer, and fruity vodka. And the vodka is so fruity, it's hard to tell if its vodka or not, if you see what I'm doing." Riley nodded, crossing her arms nervously.

"Okay. I'm just worried she's going to do something before we find out if she's pregnant or not. I'm surprised she hasn't told us anything yet. Its getting to the point where she's unsuccessfully hiding it from everyone." Ben gave her a look.

"Riley, don't worry. Brooke's not stupid. If she's pregnant and trying to hide it, then we just have to subtlety help her out."

"Okay, but don't you dare think about abandoning her." Riley told him sternly. "This is Brooke we're talking about and she might be pregnant with your child, okay? This isn't like Angela, you can't just not know. Or in this case, pretend to not know."

"Riley, don't worry!" Ben insisted. "I missed one kid being born. I'm not suddenly going to turn into some douche and let her get away. I'm going to be here for her, and the kid, until the bitter end."