John had been trying to get life back to normal after the sudden disappearance of Andrew; he had took up residence in the apartment just in case he decided to return but so far no luck. He was starting to think that guy was gone for good, a real shame he was cute, naïve and not a bad kisser. After a respectfully period of mourning and an disrespectfully among of drinking he had decided it was time to get out in the world, maybe knock off a high-end jewelry shop or a small B&E to make him feel better. He had been casing a few places just after dawn but nothing that really jumped out at him to say ‘rob me.’ However something had caught his eye for different reasons. He paused in front of a brand new clothing shop; the styles had really caught his eye, mostly cause they had a look he knew couldn’t be this timeline. The name suddenly struck him ‘Garak.’ He smirked at once remembering his little conversation on the boards and the offer of a possible free fitting.
The Captain gently eased the door open, slipping in with his own sultry swagger that took him further into the store, as did his sensual scent. It was evidently looking at him that he was in fact the male Garak had spoken to by the mere description of his attire, the odd mixture of time periods. They ranged from Napoleonic wars to ancient Italy with just the right amount of modern in the form skin-tight jeans that hardly seem to leave much to the imagination. Luckily it all happened to be clad by a rather attractive human, nice figure included. Gently he placed his hands on his hips, grinning a charming yet sly grin “I think someone said something about a possible free fitting in exchange for flattery” he said playfully as his English accent drifted out of his mouth.