Jack and Chloe backstage at a rock concert for silverp
Chloe was still laughing as they drive to the seedy little bar.
"Would you stop that? We're on a mission here."
That just made her laugh more.
"Jack, you're in leather pants. What were those people in mission advisory thinking?"
"That it was a rock concert and I needed to blend in."
"Yeah, except the rock concert isn't take place in the 1980s. I mean, you're hair is spiked, you look ridiculous."
"You know, Chloe, I have no idea why people complain about you at work. You're such a joy to be around."
"Hey, I'm just being honest. So that when don't come out of there in body bags. I guess that's annoying to you."
He glares at her, "Fine. What do I need to change?"
She grabs his shoulder, "Fix the hair first, just kind of, yeah, fan it out so its not so mohawky. Then we need to find you knew pants."
"Do they look that bad?"
"They make your ass look great. But they're going to stand out way too much."
"You were looking at my ass."
Chloe smiles at him, "Always. It's a very nice ass and you don't usually have pants on that show it off so well. All of our female co-workers, and some of the male ones, were even more jealous of me than usual."
Jack smiles, feeling slightly better about the situation, "Does that mean I get to keep the pants?"
Chloe laughs, "Sure, baby. After we get done in there you can take them home and model them for me."
Jack pumps his fist a little in excitement as he pulls up in front of the store, "But first, we got to find you something less conspicuous…..like a flamingo hat."