"FDR!" Brian yelled out. "I can't find my slut pants!"
FDR and Tuck were in the other part of the warehouse watching Mia cook eggs on the grill the team had set up.
"Slut pants?" Rome asked.
"There in the bottom of my bag mate," Tuck called back.
"Why are they...never mind I remember!" Brian called back making Tuck and FDR laugh.
Rome looked over at the two men, "slut pants?" He asked again.
"Pants he wears when he goes out slumming," FDR growled a bit.
"Slumming?" Mia asked hoping this time maybe they would get a real answer.
"What Brian calls playing slut, sometimes it's better to get answers the less bloody way," Tuck answered with a shrug.
Brian came out in a pair of jeans and a dark blue shirt that looked like they were painted on. "Mia, do you have any make up I can use for my neck?"
"Yes," she said while blinking slowly.
"It's not going to work if I go in looking all marked up," he explained.
Mia nodded and passed the spatula over to Dom, "what are you trying to find out from this guy anyways?" Dom asked.
"If he has any information about who the mole is, it's a long shot, but our best chance right now."
Mia came back and helped Brian cover his neck, "there," she said.
Brian walked over to Tuck and FDR and pulled them both into a kiss, "time to play the honey pot, I'll be back," he grinned.
FDR and Tuck both watched Brian walk away, "should be illegal to let him go out looking that sinfully delicious," FDR said to Tuck who nodded in agreement.
