“Wins the right to choose our fake names for the evening! And last one to the top…” “Has to wear the leather pants,” Jameson cut in. Grayson’s right eyebrow twitched. “What leather pants?” “The leather pants,” Jameson replied. “I like to think of them as yours.” Xander adopted an angelic expression. “I might have brought them with me to London. A Hawthorne comes prepared!”
