Mick was also having trouble dealing with emotions because Ziggy was right there in the room with him and he was thinking all sorts of things he'd never felt before. Fuck. The blond wanted so badly to kiss the singer; to hold him---to fuck him.

"It's ok, mate. There's plenty of coke to last us through the whole tour."

Weird nodded at Mick's words as he drank his whiskey in quiet. But oh---the bassist's eyes were keen like a hawk's and he noticed the way Mick was staring at Ziggy. There was something there. Gilly, had no clue and just drank while reading fashion magazines sprawled out over his bed.

"Maybe we should all get an early night, eh?"

Mick didn't know what else to do so maybe sleeping would be the best thing right now to ease the knot in his stomach. Gilly looked up and giggled, still high from the coke.

"We've just taken coke. I can't sleep high as a fucking kite. Silly, Ronno."