Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"You want to brush my hair? Well---ok. I mean no one else has but I'd let you do it."

Gilly smiled and then noticed Ziggy rubbing his hand. There was trauma there and the drummer could tell it bothered the singer. Fucking thugs. Why couldn't they just leave people like Ziggy alone? The gasping had Gilly smirking and holding in another giggle. His head was full of dirty thoughts about Mick too.

"Against the wall? That's hot. I dream of him pinning me to my bed and having his way with me. His muscles are so fucking sexy."

The drummer blushed a deep red and couldn't believe they were talking about fucking their guitarist in a public elevator. Gilly's own pulse now racing at all the erotic thoughts regarding Mick.