Brad had hoped that, by being open, that Peter wouldn't feel shy about doing the same. He remembered what it was like to still be in the closet. He was only halfway there, only there when he was around his parents, but even that was hard enough.
"Two gays?" Brad teased, quirking an eyebrow at Rusty. "Are you still gonna put up the charade that you're not the biggest flaming homosexual ever? Nobody's buying it, man. Come out of that huge walk-in closet and join the rest of us! OH speaking of flaming, we need to do a Flaming Rockstar shot!! I brought all the stuff for it!" With renewed excitement, Brad hopped up like an eager puppy and tore off toward the kitchen, gathering bottles left and right.