This fic is ridiculously self-indulgent; it was like comment-ficcing with myself, basically, and then when I tried to write it properly it became all about the original characters, which, what, it wasn't supposed to.

I have almost but not quite enough evidence to blame it on emilyray, but really I was just enjoying imagining Greta flirting with a roomful of people and Ryan sitting impervious to Brendon sprawled across his lap making kissy faces.