Brian and John
This was a lot more the type of party he likes. Sure, there weren't as many male strippers as he liked and he tried to avoid looking at those things bouncing from the woman's chest, but all in all, it was pretty good with alcohol, sex and rock and roll. Drugs would have been better, but Brian wasn't stupid enough that Hanna would provide some meth.
Of course, what was close to perfection for him was so far outside John's comfort zone that Brian almost felt sorry for him. Almost, he thought with a smirk. The boy needed to learn to enjoy the finer things in life, and they had plenty right here.
Brian walked behind him, even though he knew John was way too aware where people were and this was hardly a surprise, and he put his arms around John's waist, sucking on his ear gently. "Tell me there's booze in that coke you're drinking," he said, knowing better.