Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

Gilly liked what Ziggy was wearing and thought it very suitable for their shopping trip together. It was masculine but feminine at the same time. Perfect for a walk down the street next to the drummer who was dressed in a white jacket with matching pants and a dusky pink shirt. He also wore white loafers too.

"Did you hear that, Ronno? Ziggy says you might fall over and bust your pants again. Silly boy."

The tarty drummer giggled and offered Mick's fluffy hair a ruffle which caused the guitarist to slap Gilly's hand away. He was drunk and went to get up to slap the drummer's shoulder but instead near fell into Weird, who grabbed Mick and placed him back down into his seat.

"You can hardly stand. Weird, has he drunk all the fucking gin yet? Greedy pig."

Gilly was enjoying this but secretly he liked having Mick punch and poke him. The man was hot but totally oafish at times. Ziggy must have realised that too. Mick just offering both drummer and singer drunken smiles. He sat back in the chair and kept his eyes on Ziggy, loving what he was wearing. He looked so hot and he couldn't even think straight right now.

"You look sexy, Ziggy. That jacket suit---it's nice on you. Gilly is a fucking tart."

Mick then hiccupped and giggled drunkenly. Weird would have his work cut out it seemed.