Simon took himself around the shop slowly, not really looking at anything so much as trying to puzzle out that strange look on Peter's face. Was the flight reaction happening all ready? Well, he had been sure it would. He was prepared for tonight to not really happen and he was prepared to Not Be Hurt, or whatever it was Judas was going on about.
Peter was still being stuffed into a pair of jeans fitted with zipper and D-rings when the phone in Simon's pocket vibrated. He was pleasantly surprised, and then not at all surprised, to see the caller ID. "Hey Mitch? Your pet call to tell you about Pete already?"
The deep throated laughter made him smile. "I got a picture. You're interested?"
"I'm interested. Trying to decide if he's interested."
"I'll call Amy. Bring him down to the club around nine and we'll get a little demo started. Mindy's idea. That should weed him out of the vanilla pack for you pretty easy."
"I'm going to kiss you, man," Simon all but purred and found himself bolstered as he hung up the phone and snatched up a cropped, long sleeve fishnet shirt to saunter on back to the dressing room with. "Peter? I'm coming in."
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Peter was still being stuffed into a pair of jeans fitted with zipper and D-rings when the phone in Simon's pocket vibrated. He was pleasantly surprised, and then not at all surprised, to see the caller ID. "Hey Mitch? Your pet call to tell you about Pete already?"
The deep throated laughter made him smile. "I got a picture. You're interested?"
"I'm interested. Trying to decide if he's interested."
"I'll call Amy. Bring him down to the club around nine and we'll get a little demo started. Mindy's idea. That should weed him out of the vanilla pack for you pretty easy."
"I'm going to kiss you, man," Simon all but purred and found himself bolstered as he hung up the phone and snatched up a cropped, long sleeve fishnet shirt to saunter on back to the dressing room with. "Peter? I'm coming in."
He didn't ask. Just warned.