Party Poison

He can hear the bass from the street when they get to the club. Poison still feels different, but it's a little easier now. He'd taken the opportunity to get more comfortable in heels and tonight sees him in stiletto boots. His skirt covers the essentials and that's it. Beneath he's wearing a tank top, a push-up bra to make the most of what he's got, and over it, for now, a leather jacket.

He put Jack's collar on before they left the house and now he reaches back for him, wanting to walk in together.

"Still wanna do this, baby?" A little grin curves his lips as he asks and he lifts his eyebrows. The heels give him more height but he's still not as tall as Jack. He's been turned on since they left the house - since before that, even - and it's weird to feel it like this. No one knows except him.