Kevin was watching Mike and the boys setup when he felt someone watching him. That wasn't unusual; if it wasn't the wings, it was the Jonas that caught people's attention.
But this time, the stare-ee wasn't some bored tech or starstruck newbie. It was Pete Wentz.
Pete sauntered ove. "Hi," he said with a grin. "I'm Pete." He winked. "I know Mike thinks you're pretty pretty, but I have to say, photographs don't do those babies justice." He nodded at Kevin's wings. "Chat later." And then he was gone, chasing down one of the tour managers.
Mike wandered over a minute later. "You okay?"
Kevin made a face. "I think your boss just hit on me."
Instead of getting upset, Mike chuckled. "Yeah. He kinda does that."
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Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 02:16 am (UTC)Kevin was watching Mike and the boys setup when he felt someone watching him. That wasn't unusual; if it wasn't the wings, it was the Jonas that caught people's attention.
But this time, the stare-ee wasn't some bored tech or starstruck newbie. It was Pete Wentz.
Pete sauntered ove. "Hi," he said with a grin. "I'm Pete." He winked. "I know Mike thinks you're pretty pretty, but I have to say, photographs don't do those babies justice." He nodded at Kevin's wings. "Chat later." And then he was gone, chasing down one of the tour managers.
Mike wandered over a minute later. "You okay?"
Kevin made a face. "I think your boss just hit on me."
Instead of getting upset, Mike chuckled. "Yeah. He kinda does that."