Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"You're right. Let the bastards stare. We're fucking rock stars and should be allowed to do this sort of thing in public."

Gilly nodded and took Ziggy's arm, holding the singer close. If anyone tried to throw things at them or hit them they'd be in for a nasty shock. The drummer followed along to where Ziggy was taking them both and found himself smiling at the prospect of finding some sparkly shiny clothes.

"Oh uh---pink? I do like light blue too. Pastels shades mostly."

Not many boys liked pink and Gilly knew his brother made fun of him for liking it but Gilly didn't care. He was into pink and knew what he liked.