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Lucas was slightly less than thrilled at the prospect of a double date, but he accepted it because he wanted to put Rylan's mind at ease. He was fairly certain he and Cas would never truly be friends, but he felt like they both might suffer each other enough for the firefighter's satisfaction. If that wasn't love, hell if he knew what was.

He let himself into the passenger side (with some surprise, casting a brief glance back towards Cas), leaning over to kiss Rylan's cheek in greetings. "Hey handsome," he purred, before extending his good hand back over the seat towards the other Marine - it's not like they were exactly in hugging territory. "Cas. How's it goin'?"

The were kept the conversation from his place into the heart of the city as amicable as he could, making small talk about the long hours Ry was working and asking how Cas' coaching was going. Even with some distaste still in the back of his mouth, he mentioned researching dog breeds, along with having started to build a dog house (that he may or may not have jokingly suggested he use for himself).

For her part, Jo hadn't exactly been eager to call anything a date - that suggested commitment in some form, and irregardless of the fact she saw Cas more than her regulars at work, she really only came to an agreement when it was put forth that it was for Rylan and his mysterious significant other. She dressed nice with a loose braid over her bare shoulders, her shirt clinging around her arms and pants that looked a bit more painted on than not -- but that was a sort of punishment for Cas. They wouldn't be easy to get off.

The pale blonde hopped into the back of the truck, immediately leaning over the driver's side chair and planting a kiss on Rylan's cheek with a delighted, "Hey stranger!" A brief, curious glance was cast towards the darker man in the front but first things first -- pressing a fond, chaste kiss to Cas. "Iron Man," she beamed at Cas before settling into her seat and finally looking at the new guy with scruff on his cheeks and hair longer than the other two put together. "So you're the unicorn. The mythical creature that caught our beloved Lieutenant."

Lucas turned in his seat with a smile, but gave her a slow blink at the description before he started to laugh. "That what he's telling you? Nah, you should ask to see his arm, see how hard I had to twist it to get him to agree to the title of boyfriend."

"See," Jo leaned in towards Cas, "I'd actually believe that."

Jo wrinkled her nose with a grin at Cas, accepting of the name and comfortably leaning against him as she lifted a dubious brow at Rylan. "We are not having the Olympics of 'Who is Harder to Date,' I'm just grateful someone finally had the balls to get you." She paused, adding quite harmlessly, "I'm just surprised they have actual balls."

A snort answered her joke. "First off, saying I'm a unicorn implies he," he jerked his thumb at Rylan, "is a virtuous princess. Which, while not entirely wrong, is misleading if you've seen him shirtless. Second, I'm Lucas, balls and all," he grinned over his shoulder, trying to not let the actual drowning fear of jesus ******** they all know each other I am so screwed show on his face. It wasn't too hard, given his pleasant surprise at seeing Cas...seemingly soften his harder edges around the woman.

Jo extended her hand over the seat, quirking a smile when Lucas took it and shook it like anyone should -- not all weak and soft because she was a woman. "Joanne. Jo or Joey or Miss Potts works for me." One green eye winked at Cas.

The look he shot Rylan was almost clearly written in his face: they're worse than me. And to think, he'd been afraid he was laying it on too thick. Looking back to the two, he had to ask. "So are you two...?"

"Trouble," Jo supplemented, and shrugged. "We're special."

"I'll drink to that," Lucas grinned, feeling emboldened by her laughter and lack of offense. "Nice to meet you, Jo. Now, let's go eat, estou morrendo de fome." I'm dying of hunger. And given that it was almost the full moon, he probably wasn't exactly joking.

Lucas flashed a grin at Rylan's words, fondness in the expression, especially when the other laughed. If the other two were being obvious in their wordplay, the were was probably a dead-ringer just by the way he looked at the firefighter. "I'm still pursuing him, I'll have you know." Grey eyes slid over his shoulder towards Cas, knowing that it wasn't likely a surprise -- Cas probably knew more about their outings than Lucas himself did. "I doubt that'll ever stop. I like the chase."

Jo hiked her brows at the exchange between the two Marine's and Lucas' little quip. "It's a small wonder you three aren't dating," she grinned, tilting her head to look at the man at her side with a bit more teasing meant for him. "Though -- " and she gasped softly, happily, as Cas peppered her skin with kisses and a graze of teeth. "Be good," she whispered to him, capturing his lips again.

Lucas glanced at them in the rear view mirror and then out the front window, his barely repressed smile speaking loudly of understanding. If it was him and Rylan in the back, Ry'd probably be having a harder time with him, no doubt. He reached over and gingerly squeezed Rylan's knee, promising to behave.

Climbing out of the truck was a little harder for Jo (nearly tangled with Cas as she was, also, skin tight jeans) than it was for Lucas, but they both went to their respective Marine; she, tucked against Cas' side, and he, brushing arms and fingers with Rylan.

"Oh my god," Jo breathed in deeply in the restaurant, eyes practically aglow. "It smells amazing in here. I don't even know what exactly I'm picking up but I want one of everything."

Lucas arched a brow and grinned. "I'm with Jo. All I know is I smell meat and I am sold." The woman lifted her own brows at Lucas at his choice of words, earning a laugh from the wolf. "None of that, Miss Potts."

"Mmhmm," she returned with an amused look at Rylan. "And I thought this one was a handful." A smile was cast up at the taller man, only half teasing.

"Clearly you don't give yourself enough credit," she replied quietly and with a rakish grin, settling comfortably against Cas as she had in the truck.

The werewolf's hand briefly lit over Rylan's, squeezing it in return. "Family style sounds good to me," Lucas agreed, accepting the menu with his free hand. "Hell, if you want to be a dear, you can order for me." A grin was shared with Rylan, not in the least bit teasing. "Food and beer...though I think I'll opt out of the 'lobster beer?'" Furrowing his brow, he looked almost offended by the idea. Seafood beer? He'd had some swill in his time but he just couldn't wrap his head around hops and lobster. "Unless you feel like sharing, Cas." Olive branch, or something.

"I am going to celebrate this get together and get a martini, you pansies," Jo quipped cheerfully, green eyes turning over the menu and her voice lowering for his ears only. "That's for me to know, and you to imagine all night, Stark." Her attention shifting to Cas, she fluttered her lashes and tucked her shoulders together in what would have been a demure gesture, if it didn't press her arms around her chest to give him a nice view. "You will pay for this." She pressed a chaste kiss to his jaw and turned her devious smile to Rylan, speaking normally again. "I'm good with what your man said, sharing sounds good. That way I wont have to steal off of everyone's plate, because you both know I will." She cast a knowing glance between the Marines.

Lucas watched the three talk and though he could assume somethings (and ponder others) just from their interactions and general familiarity, he was - despite his oh s**t fear - mostly just amused. He would not have pegged the Marine's to keep company with someone like Joanne - she was more a handful than him and apparently he was unusual enough. "Yes, yes and yes," he answered unhelpfully to Rylan's suggests, flashing his boyfriend a reassuring smile. "Woman after my own heart, even if she is prettier than me."

With the firefighter's suggestion and her Marine's playful banter, she felt satisfied to entirely ignore the menu now and just focus on them, lifting her hand to gently pat Cas' cheek and grin up with him with a slight wrinkle in her nose. "Anticipation is fun," she said for him, though it seemed like their meetings typically held some breath of that. To the other two, she nodded. "I'm not the endless pit that I assume the three of you are, but that all sounds good to me. I am not a picky eater."

There was a very tasteless joke right on the tip of Lucas' tongue, but wisely, he let it pass. "Jo, how'd you manage to meet these guys?"

The blonde gingerly toyed with Cas' fingers on the arm around her, glancing over to Lucas with a smile. "Both at different bars, actually. Ry I've known for years, I cater to the firehouse - and Cas, at one of said caterings." She tilted her head back to look up at the man she was leaning against, fingers threading for a moment. "What about you, Lucas?"

Clearly, he hadn't thought that question through well enough to anticipate it being turned to him, grey eyes a touch wide. He was an utter s**t liar. "Uh, the stud here, I met at the fire station after some donations. Cas -- " he cast a grateful glance at the waitress came by to take their drink orders, " -- Ry's place. Not so fancy as a bar." Trying to kill each other was pretty impressive, though.

"You do have excellent taste, if I do say so myself," Lucas grinned crookedly at Rylan.

The dark-haired man's explanation was enough to placate Jo (if not confuse her slightly), but when Cas elaborated, her brows slowly lifted, green eyes a touch wide. Her gaze flit between the two, finally resting on Lucas. "You don't seem the murderous type," she ventured. "This guy, though, he throws billiards, so I'd expect no less from him."

His grin had faltered but remained plastered in place, the only indication of his brief frozen feeling being the slight tightness in his brow. "Honestly, Ry and I were literally fresh boyfriends and this guy answered the door naked." He gave Cas an incredulous look. "Sort of? I'll be scarred for the rest of my life, you butcher." Scoffing, he leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders in a shrug. If he could come off as flippant, hey, that was great -- anything to mask the panic of why are you telling your girlfriend I'm a werewolf right now? he was feeling.

Jo sat up a little straighter at the exchange, glancing to Rylan with an unspoken question. "I guess," she said slowly, "if I was in a thing with Ry or Cas and went to visit to find another naked man there...I'd have castrated them." Her easy smile returned. "Count yourself lucky, Cas." To not be castrated or to not be in a relationship with her, she didn't clarify.

Lucas uncrossed his arms and motioned to Jo as if her response was everything. "Cas, you ******** up with her and I'm gonna keep her."

The wolf went quiet. Cas may have been easy to provoke, but on this subject, Lucas was not. He'd been trying to joke, but as usual, they clashed -- and he didn't have the energy to do it just then. He and the other Marine seemed too much a slippery slope: for all the ground they might have gained, they slid right back to square one. "It's fine," he said to Rylan, eyes flitting towards the waitress again. "It was a bad week for me." Not that it mattered...but he couldn't wander down that rabbit hole just then. It was a bit too dark for where they were.

Jo visibly lost her smile and glanced between the three, very aware she missed something key. Her brows furrowed slightly at Rylan, recalling the discussion she'd had with Shun some time ago, but let it slide when Cas pressed a kiss. "You are lucky, though maybe debatable at times." She retrieved her grin and shared it with the other, settling against him comfortably again. "Me, though, I think I am. Lucky." Because really, had Cas met himself? Damn.

For all his silence, Lucas still wore a smile, taking a drink of his water.

"Ry knows if he gets dessert from anyone but me, there'll be hell to pay," Jo quipped helpfully, more than glad to steer the conversation to something lighter. The reason for the double date, though not clear in detail, was definitely obvious to her now. "I work in pastry. What do you do, Lucas?" Turn it around. Bring it somewhere better.

Lucas arched a brow at Jo's choice of phrasing but didn't take the bait. "I'm an engineer. I work with prosthesis for vets and children." He flexed his right hand. "Seemed the logical course of action."

The blonde blinked at the arm as if it was the first time she'd seen it -- and maybe it was. Not like she could see it in the truck. "So we have Iron Man, Captain America and the Winter Soldier? What the actual hell, you guys." Jo scoffed that they didn't immediately see the parallels - but not everyone could be as cool as her. "Alright, Mr. Vulcan. Logical or not, that's pretty damn cool."

"Not as cool as getting Captain America to eat dessert, that's ********' impressive." Lucas quirked a faint smile.