So even if Paris is a queen bitch diva who totally left him hanging at an absolutely terrible time and barely apologized for it, he's still Johnny's best friend, which means when he calls Johnny and begs him to chaperone – like he's some sort of middle-aged crocs-wearing skating mom, God – a night out in Chelsea, he can't really say no.

At a benefit where they’re performing together, Johnny takes exception to Adam’s remark about not being his type. Adam demonstrates what he meant by his promise to look Johnny up.

Prompt: Adam/Johnny Weir, fighting for the top. Lots of power play and bitchiness. Sequel to Obvious