Ryan had been called to a meeting. He hated meetings. He desperately began to think of things to occupy his mind; the episode of Springer he'd caught over lunch (he couldn't get over one of the women - she was wearing leather that hadn't been that tight on the cow), the inane conversation he'd had with Colin about whether the waitress had padding or surgery, what socks did he have on…hold on, what sock did he have on?
He was about to check when the door swung open and Dan ushered him into his office. Drew was already waiting and gave Ryan a wave.
"So what are we discussing today…pants too distorted, censors having too much of a work out, the light shining off of Colin's head too much?" Ryan asked as he took a seat.
"Don't be such a moron," Drew scorned. "Actually Dan, we wanted to go over a few changes with you."
"You're gonna love this," Ryan perked.
"First of all…the guys don't have to wear those horrendous shirts any more…you might think it’s cute but for the rest of us it’s embarrassing," Drew stated.
"I'm keeping the shoes though," Ryan chided.
"Hey, I thought we discussed that," Drew huffed. "Secondly, the seating arrangements no longer exist…although Ryan is kinda moulded to the fourth seat."
"All true," Ryan nodded.
"There will also be a shortening of game times, so we can do more and mix it up a bit," Drew added.
"Let’s face it…your way was mind numbing…I stopped thinking like end of series one," Ryan shrugged.
"I will also no longer participate in games, unless they drag me in…or refer to how much the points don't matter…because…get this Dan…IT PISSES PEOPLE OFF," Drew spat.
"Especially me," Ryan smirked.
"And finally…the audience will not participate any more…they're getting more screen time than the guys man," Drew cussed.
"It won't work," Dan huffed.
"Oh please…where have we heard that before," Ryan mused. "I'm outta here," he added, got to his feet and left.
Drew caught him half way down the corridor. "Jeez could you have left any faster?" Drew puffed.
"Sorry, didn't feel like hanging round," Ryan shrugged.
"It’s nice to have you back buddy," Drew smiled.
"It is isn't it," Ryan grinned.
"I take it Lewis is back from his hiatus now," Drew said hopefully.
"Well now that depends...can he get a pretty, normal girlfriend?" Ryan asked.
"No…where's the humour in that," Drew chuckled
"Well can he get a better job?" Ryan continued.
"No," Drew replied.
"Well can he at least avoid the phrase ‘monkey feces’ for a while?" Ryan pleaded.
"Oh, I think we can work that one in," Drew chuckled.
"Hey guys…I'll see you tonight," Wayne perked as he passed them in the corridor.
"Yeah, we'll go for drinks after," Ryan perked.
"That's be great," Wayne grinned.
"Drew's paying," Ryan added.
"Hey!" Drew grumbled. They reached the electronic doors and stepped outside. "Well done by the way," Drew said, patting Ryan on the back as they walked to their cars.
"Why?" Ryan asked curiously.
"For proving what really makes Whose Line…it's not me, or the fancy set or the fact it’s now in the US…it’s the people that make it man…it’s you guys," Drew said genuinely. "It’s you and your ability to turn even the mundane into funny. It’s Greg and his sarcasm, it’s Tony and his crass humour, it’s Josie for the way she can sing about anything and it’s Colin for…"
"Being Colin," they laughed together
"Thanks buddy," Ryan smiled.
They gave each other a friendly hug, and then Ryan turned to unlock his car.
"Hey Drew," Ryan perked as he turned back around.
"What?" Drew asked.
"I've got more shows than you for once…I'm actually better than you…without me both Whose Line and your show's ratings went down…hahaha…you so need me," Ryan cackled.
"Are you finished?" Drew asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Ryan nodded and climbed into his car, pulled out of the lot, tooted his horn and drove off.
"I hate it when he's right," Drew grumbled.