Mitch was nothing like Peter. He was tall, he was muscular, his hair was long and he had a big, black beard that was braided. He looked frightening in a leather vest and pants, tattoos over any visible skin. Next to him, or Rather, kneeling at his feet, was Mindy, her pink hair pulled up in twin high buns. Her outfit was a little more conservative, black and gray plaid skirt and a corset that covered everything. She was wearing fingerless gloves and a wide collar that was purposefully too large for her with a metal dog's name tag hanging off of it. Her eyes lit up when she saw Peter, but she stayed kneeling, legs together and hands neatly resting on her thighs, even if her head jerked up towards Mitch.

The large man was smiling and he gestured with two fingers in a scooping motion. "Go on." Even his voice was different from Peter's, rich and deep.

Mindy bounded up in platform knee boots and embraced Peter in a hug. Evidently helping him pull on leather pants made them buddies. "You came!"

Simon and Mitch also embraced, masculinely affectionate with back and shoulder pats. It was strange to think that Simon had trained this man or that this man was once in Peter's shoes.

Or willing to kneel for anyone.

"You look good, Si," Mitch grinned. "Oh, wait. I know those pants." Dark eyes had fixed on Peter. "Don't you have the same ones?"

"Yep," Mindy said, without the Master tacked on. "We actually wear the same size."

"That so? Mitch, by the way. Simon and I go way back. It's good to meet you. Peter is it?" His hand was huge. "Glad you could join us tonight. Get a good seat in the front row."