Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

Ziggy laughed nervously and then shook his head. "His ass when he puts a foot up on a chair and bends over. I almost choked on my drink once. I want to bury my face in his hair when he brushes it."

Ziggy had it bad for the guitarist and it showed in how he flushed and the way his voice changed. All he could do was look down at where his arm was interlaced with Gilly's as he felt the disappointment and hurt well up inside, clenching in his chest as he thought about Mick running away.

"I.. I told him he was handsome and... he didn't... doesn't like it so much he ran away from the band." Ziggy felt like he was going to cry but he just bit his lip. Why was it that his feminine behaviors rushed to the forefront so strongly when he thought of Mick? Taking a deep breath he looked up again as they stopped at the elevators to wait. "I had to beg him to come back and.. we were assaulted by some people because of what I look like."

Ziggy leaned into the drummer and watched the numbers on the elevator. "It happens a lot because of what I look like; people attack me or get upset and leave." he shrugged a little, grateful that the elevator dinged and they could get inside. He was so upset he forgot that he was going to make himself sick getting into the elevator.