Summary:

“The boys said they were going to buy me a stripper,” Rozanov says. “Like a, ah, you know, a Playboy bunny.” “Okay,” Shane snorts. “So why are you here now instead of with your—“ He rolls his eyes. “Playboy bunny.” “Why the fuck would I care if some random woman dressed up for me?” Rozanov finally turns back around, his hands holding something behind his back. His smile turns wolfish. Like he’s about to eat a goddamn bunny. “But I would care if you dressed up for me.” For Rozanov's birthday, Shane wears a bunny suit.