"I feel like I'm just encouraging these workaholic tendencies by proxy," Bret said - like teaching him every place within two blocks of the center that can have lunch in your hands in under five minutes..." he shrugged, grinning a little. "But yeah, I heard all about San Francisco - got the swag, the pamphlets, the thinly-veiled hints about how I should register under a different party..." he laughed. "It's cool, my moms are both old hippies, so y'know, I've always been all for legalization."
Bret nudged Tommy playfully with his elbow, totally a just friends thing, and shook his head. "So how much convincing am I going to have to do to get you to sing, Harvey?" he asked, sliding his hands in his pockets. "I could whip out something from RENT later tonight and we could swap songs." Oh yes, he was absolutely all charm and just the right about of showbiz sparkle just then. He'd had his practice playing heart-throbs and crooners and now he was adapting that swagger to real life.
But they were shuffled off to the courtyard and Bret quite happily followed along, pausing to steal another quick kiss once they were out of sight. "Gee," he said, "I think he likes me." Bret winked and held the door open for Tommy, glancing at Mark and trying to stop himself from having a total fanboy moment right there in the doorway. He could be cool. He'd met famous people before. He was pretty sure Taye Diggs told him the night before that he had a nice ass. To be fair, he did have a nice ass... But his charm was still firmly in place as he closed the door and offered to help Tommy with the cooler.