Magnum takes in Kel’s handsomeness, tilts his head up and down in a swift action, and says, “You’re spunky. I like spunky men, and their spunk on me. Especially in the bedroom.”
Bar clears his throat. “Moving on.” He steps up to a pair of men: one on the older side and a younger man in his mid-to-late twenties. “We have here Colonel Reginald McCarmichael and his young companion, Dash Hound.”
Overly dressed in a black and red velvet tuxedo, Colonel McCarmichael nods and shares a bristly smile. “Good evening, gentlemen. It is a pleasure to meet you both.”