So, this came to me late last night, which explains why it's so rough. I like the premise, but I'm still not sure how I feel about the end result.

But I figured I owed some of you a Ryan POV one shot, since I never got around to it earlier.

You know the drill—they're not mine.

Kevin Ryan was kind of, sort of, drunk. Not the kind of drunk where you lost your bearings, and then find yourself waking up somewhere strange, no recollection of the past night's events.

He couldn't get that drunk when with his boys. Jenny would kill him.

And before their wedding too.

But he was drunk enough that he was feeling a little loose. Drunk enough to have little idea of what was going on. His brain was going fuzzy, thoughts rushing through his head, whirring by, like there was a train inside his head.

Drunk enough that he was feeling especially bold.

That would certainly explain why one minute, he, Esposito, and Castle were throwing back shots, and the next he blurted out the one question he shouldn't have.

"Will you guys be my best men?"

Just like that. He'd been planning this. Almost as intricately as he had planned the proposal. He had been almost afraid to ask them.

But, evidently, all it took to abolish those nerves (and his plan) was some booze. If only his words weren't slurring.

This had not been the plan when he suggested going to the Old Haunt. And he didn't know if he should be relieved, or seriously regretting the fact that he asked the question.

It was a big question.

His best friends, no, his brothers blinked at him. Then, they collapsed over the bar in fits of laughter.

They were in a much worse condition than he was.

This was a really bad idea.

"Take it from someone who knows; you know, the whole, 'been there, done that' factor. You're only supposed to have one best man," Castle smirked, finally calming enough to muster up a response.

"Yeah, well," Ryan grumbled in response, "it's definitely not going to be you."

"You wound me, Detective. Been taking lessons from Beckett?"

Rolling his eyes, Ryan motioned for another drink. The drunken bravado had waned in the presence of the mocking laughter. He wanted it back. Needed it. It was really hard to hide his nerves right now. He'd lost all control at this point.

Esposito had finally regained his composure, "I, for one, am offended, bro."

All that earned Esposito was a quizzical look. It was rude to make him think this hard, this late, while this drunk.

"By the fact that you even had to ask. I thought it was a given. Castle and I already have your bachelor party all planned out."

Ryan just stared blankly at them in shock. He didn't know what to say.

"What Esposito is trying to say is, yes. We will be your best men, no matter what kind of wedding tradition that breaks."

Face breaking into a grin, trying to hide how relieved he really felt, Ryan ordered one last round—on him, of course. Maybe it didn't happen how he planned, but then again neither did his proposal.

It went better.

He hadn't realised how strong his illogical fear of their rejection had been. How much it consumed him. Ryan knew he had no reason to worry, yet he did. This would be the most important day of his life. The thought of Esposito and Castle not helping him get through it terrified him.

But the three of them would do anything for each other. No limits. That was proved tonight, even in a drunken stupor.

After all, they were family.

Sorry it's so short, but that's it. I really need to work on my length.

Please let me know what you think, I want to know!