Can't leave you alone for five seconds here

"Yeah." Tom tossed his hair back. "And that's why he does it. Cause he can get away with it. He used to try it on all of us. Jon would let him do anything. Nick wouldn't. And... I was kinda in between."

"What should I do?" Butcher paused.

Tom shrugged. "Totally up to you." He stopped. "Are you going or not? Cause, if you decide not to, I'll totally understand, but please walk me there, because I really don't want to get eaten."

"I want to watch the ceremony at least but I may skip the party. Especially if William and Mike... get intimate," Butcher patted Tom's shoulder.

Tom shuddered. "I had enough of that with Mikey and Nick, and they only had sex once!"

Butcher chuckled and pinched Tom's cheek. "You don't know what you're missing."

Tom batted at him. "I'll stick to girls. With, y'know, girl parts."

"You don't necessarily need boyparts for anal sex. They make toys for that you know," Butcher smiled innocently.

"No. Just... ew!" Tom wrinkled up his face. "I think I liked you better when you were moping over Moody upstairs."

"Teasing you has cheered me up." Butcher cackled.

Tom rolled his eyes. "So, to Carden's house?" He linked arms with Butcher. "I can just about understand you and Mikey, cause of the whole glamour thing, but I cannot see how anyone would want to date Mike."

Butcher tried not to laugh and mostly failed, "Not nice."

"Yes?" Tom gave him a smile. "I'm allowed to be mean."

"Wait a second..." Butcher turned back around and went back in the house, coming out with Sisky's dress. "I thought I saw it." He chuckled.

"Transvestites, the lot of them." Tom rolled his eyes. "Remember, it's your job to stop me being eaten."

Butcher held out the dress to look at it as they walked. "Strapless. Didn't know Sisky was that kind of girl."

"Or Mr-Not-Big-Penis that sort of guy?" Tom gave a wry smile.

"Mr. Who?" Butcher carefully drapped the dress over his arm

"It's what I call Sisky's boyfriend. Cause she's fixed on his penis." Tom shivered and drew his hoodie further around him.

"She's... Seriously?" Butcher looked at Tom then down at himself. "Oops."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"It's kind of cold isn't it?" Butcher shrugged and pulled out his wings since he hadn't put a coat on before leaving.

Tom blinked. "You're going to walk around Chicago with your wings out?"

"No, I'm going to wrap them around myself up then put them back in." Butcher did just that. "It's not that cold."

Tom raised his eyebrows. "You could just fly...?"

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