OK, so what - they got a little tipsy at dinner, and waiting for Peter and Neal to secure a cab on a chilly Saturday night in the Theater district was maybe taking a little too long, so what if they couldn’t help snuggling together, and if the snuggling led to a little kiss or two, where was the harm; and if a kiss or two led to a hand up the thigh, or the flick of a nipple, who was complaining – at least, that’s what they told their men when they finally noticed them both standing there, eyes boggling and dicks half-hard.