Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"We thought it would be nice." Ziggy smiled because, at least with Mick's present, it wasn't exactly innocent. The singer though was staring at that hand touching his shoulder. After the discussions he and Gilly were having the touch nearly made him gasp. He turned his eyes to Gilly briefly, his eyes filled with shock and rolling slightly. He knew, now, that the drummer would understand.

"Yeah." Ziggy dug out the white silk shirt he had picked up for Weird with the puffy sleeve and the open front. After giving that small package to the bassist, Ziggy glanced at Gilly with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Then he handed over the black, tight silken pants they had picked out for Mick.

Barely containing his giggles when his eyes met Gilly's, Ziggy smiled. "Maybe you should try them on in case they don't fit?"

Ziggy absolutely knew they would fit but he, and he assumed Gilly, couldn't wait to see Mick in those tight pants.