Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"Family--yeah."

Mick just swallowed his tongue a little as Ziggy pulled away. The scent of the perfume was enticing though and the blond couldn't help but want to smell more of it. The singer was intoxicating to him.

"Lady Dior? It suits you, mate. What do you think, lads?"

Weird nodded. He liked a good perfume when he smelt one. As for Gilly the tarty drummer was still staring a little wide-eyed at Mick, just not knowing what to say because of how tight the guitarist's pants were.

"What should we do now?"

Mick asking and just finding himself staring at Ziggy and wanting those long fingers sliding in his hair once more...