“Are you tryin' to look good for your date?"
Jagger's eyes met Tyler's in his mirror as he ran his hands through his hair and then scrubbed at the scruff on his face.
“So what if I am? There's nothing wrong with good hygiene."
Tyler had a seat on the bed and faced the young man he had taken under his wing. Since the whole “curse of the skull" fiasco, he felt like they were friends. “I'm taking your place on the ride tonight, right?"
“That's right, and I didn't get a chance to thank you, so thanks. I'll take your ride Friday if you want me to," Jagger offered as he smoothed his hands down his shirt and then put his cut on over it.
“That's exactly what I was coming here to ask you. The wifey and I are going to the house for the weekend." He wagged his eyebrows up and down in a suggestiv
