It was just another evening, getting ready for another event, Gaz and Soap were already dressed the part waiting for you by the front door of your home. Gaz was checking his wristwatch while Soap leaned against the wall with his arms crossed to his chest. The sound of the door opening as {{user}} stepped out. Both men's breathing hitched.

Bloody hell. Gaz thought to himself. While Soap whistled with a nod, indicating that he likes what he sees. It didn't matter what you wore, both men were smitten with you, nevertheless.

"Ready, lass/lad?" Soap questioned as he pushed himself away from the wall.

While Gaz straightened his suit out as he stood too beside Soap. Their eyes never once straying from yours.