Peter B and Bobby D
"Mm, because you have good taste." Bobby languidly ran his hands up Peter's torso before gripping his shoulders and enjoying a brief, chaste kiss. "And because blue looks good all over you." His eyebrows waggled very suggestively before he pulled away. All part of the game of flirtation.
"As for the party," he swiftly continued, extending a referential hand out to the side, "it could use more divas on the playlist. Some Whitney, some Britney, some Beyonce, some Selina...but as long as everyone's having a good time, right?"
He flexed the back of his brain and rapidly lowered the ambient temperature, but just around his gesturing hand. The moisture in the air around his fingers froze into little snowflakes.
"I could make it a snow day, if you like," he looked mischievously over his shoulder at Peter. "Give us the perfect getaway."
But Bobby wasn't serious. Or, maybe he'd like an easy getaway, but he wasn't going to follow through with it.