Damn it. He was really hoping Axel would finish that thought, if only so he could come right back at him with another biting remark. That was one thing Silvestre never would admit annoyed him the most: all the guys Axel brought to bed. Sure, there were plenty of girls too, but this was a little different. Silvestre went to great lengths to make sure he was never seen with another man like that, yet here Axel was practically flaunting it. As if whether or not anyone knew about his sexuality had no affect at all on the rich, famous, pretty boy. Silvestre hated how it made his blood boil.

Wasn't he supposed to be the one who could act as if nothing mattered?

"Hey, we were just havin' a little fun," Silvestre holds his palms up, feigning an almost shocked look at the reprimanding, "I was just saying maybe Ax should try some short-shorts next time! You probably shave your legs anyway, don'tcha sport?" He flashed his best, shit-eating little grin over at Axel. He simply could not resist throwing a teasing insult Axel's way when other people could hear too.

The only thing that sobered his fun was the look he was getting from Daniel. The guy had the absolute most patience with him, but Silvestre could tell he was seriously getting to the end of his rope right now. Not to mention the slightest bit of concern crossing his mien... it sent a fresh twinge of annoyance down Silvestre's spine. Daniel must have heard that little bit about "swinging that way." He was the only one in the band who knew.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes, following up the immature gesture with a smile, "Can we head out, or what? Tonight feels like a night for a dangerous number of shots, eh guys? Ladies?" He shot finger guns at the two girls in his band, who looked almost as annoyed as Daniel. Though Lord knew alcohol probably sounded like a good idea right now to everyone.

"Ax looks like he needs his beauty rest anyway," he shot a fake-innocent look over his shoulder as he moved to brush past Axel.