Jack was sitting in the waiting room, reading a copy of 'Vogue' from the 1970's, his legs crossed and the bags settled around him, waiting patiently and having a chesire grin for Greg when he came out. Standing up, he shook his head, "Poor thing," He murmured about the pink arms then raised his eyebrows, looking at Francis, "I'll take the wax," He winked at Greg and walked past him, and his and Francis' chatting could be heard surely between loud gasps between each strip removed.
He took a little less time, as he had a lot less hair, and came out with a smile for Greg, "A two for one deal, how marvelous," He smiled and leaned over to whisper in Greg's ear, not giving a damn for a moment that he thought the man had personal space issues, "By the by, we're engaged and Francis isn't allowed to touch me down there unless you say yes, which is what I'm asking you now, and I'm going to say you said no, and if you argue, I will rip off a select area of your person and then use it as a handbag to complete my look. He said if I asked, I'd get us both in for free, so hush up or pay up," He gave a pointed look at the end of this before smiling back at Francis and giving a wave and a shrug, "Sorry dear, it's a 'no'. Too bad!" The man gave a pout which was all together unappealing and Jack moved around Greg and held the door open, "Sorry!" He called again before stepping out into the street.
"Good lord, he smelt like boiled cabbage. I had an aunt who smelt like that. Maybe it was her."