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——→ Elliot Brenton (alloveragain) wrote in nosuchtimes,
@ 2009-10-28 13:31:00

Elliot & Sascha: Dude to Dude
Who: Elliot & Sascha
When: Afternoon of February 13th, 2008
Where: The Tailor Shop
What: Dude to dude advice

Elliot needed new clothes. More importantly he needed sexy clothes. Things to attract the eyes of women. His workplace didn’t have a dress code. He got sick of wearing the same thing everyday. Faded blue shirts and khakis got old quick. How was he going to pick up anybody looking like a normal busboy? Elliot had to stand out.

He was good at it naturally, but his clothes needed to stand out too.

Elliot popped out of the dressing room decked in black. White shirt, leather jacket, and lowrise black jeans. Lowrises were okay on dudes these days so he didn’t think about it. They were kinda tight though. Elliot moved around in them. He’d need a bigger size.

He stopped the nearest walking person by grabbing him on the shoulder.

“Hey, you’re a guy. Tell me what you think.” Elliot put on shades. He did a cool pose for him. “Does this say I’m cool yet approachable?” Elliot stared into the mirror at his reflection. His ego was getting to him. He smiled in satisfaction, slowly nodded. “And devilishly handsome and totally into you…”

Elliot said the last part to himself. He imagined talking to a woman when he said that.

Elliot shot a finger gun at the mirror as he grinned at his reflection.

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bohemiarhapsody
2009-11-04 02:49 am UTC (link)

Note to self: Next time, Irei can pick up his own damn clothes. Sascha cocked his head to one side as he looked over the flamboyantly-styled shirt on the display mannequin in front of him. Really, what was the appeal of all that weird stitching, anyway? And those synthetic blends never sat well with him, either- he didn't exactly need a second skin.

He had never quite been one for fashion, much to his roommate's dismay. The necromancer had an enviable eye for well-crafted, flattering cuts and textures, while Sascha...well, Sascha liked flannel. A lot. He probably had enough flannel shirts to wear for two weeks straight, without washing.

Given the circumstances, it seemed odd for Sascha to be nosing around a clothing store, but he wasn't there for his own edification; Irei had dropped off a coat in need of mending sometime during the previous week, and Sascha had offered to pick it up on his way home from the library. The tailor was making a few last-minute alterations, which left the telepath time to venture around the store and soak in the fashionable surroundings. Yikes, that was more than he'd asked for.

The sudden touch on his shoulder startled Sascha, and he blinked at the young man and his impromptu fashion show. Wait, this kid was asking him for an opinion? On clothes? He was hardly the best sort of fashion consultant- dear God, he probably looked like some kind of grunge-era hangover!

The stranger was only half paying attention to him, he realized quickly, and he took the opportunity to give the younger man an appreciative once-over. A grin tugged at his lips as he listened to the ridiculously overconfident babble, and he propped an elbow against the mounted frame of the mirror with a wink.

"Yes to the first, and yes to the second...and I'm flattered, by the way."

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alloveragain
2009-11-06 07:14 pm UTC (link)

Elliot checked out his reflection in the mirror. He thought the outfit looked great. How could the ladies not swoon? Leather jackets were the ultimate chick magnet attire. Too much leather was a disaster, but this was just right. Elliot tugged on the jacket hem, smiled satisfactorily at his choice.

He looked at his helper and grinned. The joke flew over his head. Elliot took off the shades and pocketed them. He ran a hand through his hair.

"I want to look good for this lady. She's, uh, older than me. I figured guys my age don't wear a lot of leather..." Tension wasn't ordinary for Elliot. Tension was new, and Elliot felt tense looking at the mirror. Choosing something to wear was hard. What sort of things did Theora like on a man?

"It'll make me stand out, right?" asked Elliot. He started to sound unsure. The leather jacket was dangerous but it didn't speak for Elliot's personality. Elliot wasn't dangerous. His usual attire was simple. Simple and loose fitting. Kind of like his personality.

Elliot faced Sascha and held out his arms. He turned around in a circle. "How old do I look? Think she'd like it?"

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bohemiarhapsody
2009-11-08 03:39 am UTC (link)

Sascha almost didn't need to say anything, because apparently the young man was doing a great job of psyching himself out. It was actually pretty entertaining to watch, apart from that expression he made toward the end of his little monologue.

"Well, I guess that depends," Sascha said, getting a nice view of the kid from all angles as he pivoted around on display. "How old are you trying to look? How old's this woman you're talking about?"

Alright, the situation definitely called for a little mindgrazing. Not that it was completely necessary- after all, it was pretty obvious he just needed a massive dose of confidence- but that wouldn't be much fun, now, would it? Sascha smirked. Oh, to be in the mind of a teenage male once again.

"Y'know, I think the real key to being confident is being comfortable. Looking great is fine, but if you don't feel comfortable...well, it won't do you much good." Sascha gestured at his own unremarkable outfit for emphasis. "Then again, consider your source."

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alloveragain
2009-11-11 10:50 pm UTC (link)

“Um…” Elliot didn’t know how old he was aiming to look. He didn’t even know Theora’s age. It posed a problem. Nothing he couldn’t handle though. Elliot guessed Theora had a decade plus five more years on top of him. She wasn’t old enough to be his mom but she was close.

“She’s maybe thirty-five,” said Elliot. He stared at his face in the mirror and looked at his chest, waist and shoes. Theora might not like it. Psyched as he was making himself his ego deflated when he considered it. But she kissed him. Remembering that made him smile again. Elliot bet Theora didn’t kiss everyone.

“Comfortable.” Elliot repeated it like he needed it drilled in him. He looked at Sascha. For the first time he looked over the man he asked advice from. He was right. The source was biased. “That’s a lot of flannel, dude. A lot.” Lumberjack came to mind but Sascha wasn’t big and burly.

Elliot uncomfortably wiggled in spot. “I’ve got to change. These pants are too tight.” He hurried into the dressing room, popped his head out before he closed the door. “Wait right there, ‘k?”

He walked out next in washed out jeans and the white t-shirt. Elliot left the leather jacket and shades in the stall. He did another turn for Sascha. “This says I’m comfortable, yeah?”

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