Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"Yeah, it is. Just like you, mate. With your hair and eyes and....stuff."

Mick just thought a compliment couldn't go wrong, could it? Weird wouldn't think anything of it anyway because they were all friends here. The guitarist just swallowing thickly; his mouth suddenly dry and craving hard alcohol. He'd almost said too much.

"Do you want to touch my ass too, tart?"

Gilly just raising a brow then blushing hard, not knowing what to say. Was Mick teasing him? Could he just touch the blond's ass? Oh, but he wanted to. The drummer walking over and slowly reaching out to touch Mick's pants.