Moving On
Graeme watched from across the room as Brandt glided smoothly across the dance floor in the arms of a nice-looking man decked out in a purple, crushed-velvet pimp costume. There were some wild costumes at the Halloween dance party tonight, and Brandt looked extra hot in a tight sailor costume.
He hadn’t seen the purple pimp before, but he’d immediately taken notice of the guy tonight. He’d watched the guy check out Brandt, then finally work up the nerve to approach him for a dance. The man was clearly on the prowl for a hookup, and if there was one thing Graeme wanted, it was for Brandt to finally get laid again. Brandt really needed to move on with his life.
The man had been polite and pleasant. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Not at all predatory, pimp costume notwithstand
