"Of course you'd go for that expensive shit." Judas rolled his eyes, putting down the sandwich and eyeballing up Simon, brows up. "So you're actually going out with him? ...Just don't lead the kid on, man. You know he's going to take this to heart whichever way it goes. Wears his heart on his sleeve and all that." He was going to totally ignore that needle jab (heh, pun) because it was terrible, not because it bothered him. If any of the others had done it and he had thought it was on purpose, he probably would have laid them into the ground.

"We're going to end up needing that electrician to help with the sound system," Judas grumbled; it might mean more money. "None of us know how to get that shit together and it sounds worse than the bullhorn and that thing already sounds like crap." He shook his head, not sure what else they could do. "Maybe we could put out word we need a sound system guy. There's got to be one who's willing to donate a little time, right--"

He seriously didn't want to think about Peter in leather pants. "Whatever floats your boat, man. You're the one who's going to have to deal with the hardon all night."