Who: Tommy and Bret. What: A canceled class, an abundance of money, and a need for new clothes. Where: Saks Fifth Avenue. When: Wednesday morning. Warnings: Possible language and drug references, will update if needed.
A canceled class meant an opportunity for shopping; after a light breakfast together, Tommy and Bret headed out into Manhattan, quickly coming across Saks Fifth Avenue. And even though Tommy knew that their clothes were likely horrendously expensive, there was nothing wrong with at least looking, right? Walking into the store, however, Tommy was glad that he was wearing slacks instead of ripped jeans and a button-down instead of a band t-shirt; everything seemed so fancy! Even just pausing at the entrance and looking around made his head spin a tad; Tommy automatically felt out of place and had to lean closer to Bret, who did look like he belonged in such a high-class shop. The salesperson who came up to them immediately deferred to Bret, of course, until Tommy broke in and casually mentioned that some of his trust fund had just become available to him. It seemed that 'trust fund' was a magical combination of words that automatically had the attention directed toward Tommy instead of Bret, even though the godling was wearing clothes that didn't scream money, that weren't even a 'respectable' brand name.
Still, they were offered champagne as they browsed and Tommy, never one to waste an opportunity, sipped at a glass as he critically looked over what the men's section had to offer, the salesperson returning at intervals to gather his choices - and Bret's, although Tommy was nervously trying not to look at what Bret was picking out for him - to start up a dressing room for him. Aware that he had class later that afternoon, though, and fully aware that he was a lightweight when it came to any alcohol at all, Tommy only had one glass, enough to make him feel a bit lightheaded, enough to ease his nerves. These clothes, while they were certainly attractive and well-made, simply didn't feel like him. Maybe that would change when he started to try on their choices, but Tommy wasn't very hopeful. While he did understand the need to look dressy and, well, not like a stoner, in certain situations, he thought he had a few more years before it became absolutely necessary for him to dress in anything other than jeans and a band t-shirt.
Finding a small section of vintage band t-shirts did help, though, and made Tommy smile as he plucked out the Rolling Stones t-shirt and ignored the price. Ignoring how much his new clothes would cost was only for the best, even though Tommy did have money to spare. Eventually, he had picked over everything he'd wanted to look at and, grasping Bret's hand to try to quash his nerves as they walked over to the dressing room that had been set up for them, Tommy kissed his boyfriend on the cheek before slipping into the room and gnawing on his lower lip. The jeans were too tight and the shirt was definitely too tight, but Tommy stepped out anyway, smoothing away imaginary wrinkles as he looked at himself critically in the mirror. He didn't even look like Tommy anymore. "What do you think?" He asked Bret over his shoulder, pushing his hair back from his face to see if that made a difference. Nope.