Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: Under the lights: Tandy/Mars
The finer points of sartorial convention escaped Tandy, probably permanently. He dressed like thrift-store shopping, because the price-point was in his range and it was challenging to acquire clothes that ended at the wrists and ankles without a curated selection aimed at hitting all ranges and sizes in society that required clothing to look moderately less homeless. And yes the thrift-store ensembles had largely been washed out carefully in hot water in a rec-center bathroom after hours with the kind of liquid detergent sold for package vacations abroad low on hotel-provided laundry services, but Tandy looked conventional and his non-brand jeans had pockets in which were crammed his wallet, cell-phone and no breath-freshening aid whatsoever.
She looked moderately less inclined toward a capital-punishment level response presently, which was a positive, and she took the cup and sipped which was probably unwise, given the quality of the alcohol purchased even if Mars - she had a name now, which was planetary which was neat - wanted the party experience, alcohol included.
"Hi. Cool name. If it's terrible, I think the health warning is that the keg is at a party in someone's back yard, for an undiscerning crowd. But it does what it's meant to, I guess."