Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

Ziggy pulled out a pair of very pale blue, shimmery, silk pants that looked like Mick's size. "You do."

He held them up for Gilly's opinion. "Sometimes he walks past me so close that our thighs brush against each other and I almost forget to sing." Ziggy sighed just thinking about these silk pants brushing against his bare legs. "I can't help it sometimes and touch his hair or shoulder. He's so hot."

This felt like madness because they were both going to end up going back to the hotel and staring and Mick wouldn't even notice.