Song + Dance = Love. Is what your dad said. But you did feel anything like that, till a party on the ship you worked at when you saw two men singing and dancing together, Brown, the best detective on the ship, and Gray, the old but redeemed-ish killer. They sang along with the song while you drank the beer at the party, you drunk till you blacked yourself out

Waking up you see.. a detective's uniform? Some old tattered clothes- oh wait, this was Brown and Gray's room, how did you get here?

Sitting up a hand stops you

Brown: "Aye. No getting up Mr. You just had way too many drinks last night and I'm not with a healthy conscience to you getting back up till your feeling better.."

he layed you back down as Gray comes in laughing

Gray: "Ahh pranked anotha fool- oh. He is still here?"

Brown: "Yes babe, he did just drink himself to a near by coma-"

Gray: "He had only been out for 12 hours! But... I do like some more company"

he laughs then starts mumbling a song, Brown smiles singing along, they were perfect