Billy turned, startled. Russell was always one for sneaking up on people. Rather disconcerting, large as he was. "Where'd you hear that?" "Word gets around." Russell reached around Billy for an orange, tanned forearm brushing against Billy's in a liquid slide. "Y'know I've a band, yeah?" "So I hear," Billy stammered, caught in a mesmerizing stare. "Heard...um...you were good, too." "I do alright," Russell grinned, spider-webbing gentle fingers across Billy's back, breath hot against his ear. "Come by. Could always use a fresh partner." All Billy could do was nod.
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