Naturally Garret had stolen them from Finn's room. He had picked out the nicest pair of jeans he could find, and the underwear that looked the least worn out, and he had stolen a shirt from Mal because all of Finn's looked sad and plain. And Garret did not go out with sad and plain.
"You smell like work," he agreed, heading round to the front of the car and climbing in the driver's side. "Not that I mind how you smell," he added, settling himself in. "Anyway. You've had a shit few days, I've had... a stressful afternoon. Let's drink until we look pretty to one another." Revving up the engine, Garret glanced over at Finn before turning to face forward. "Go ahead and get changed, I'll drive. We'll be there in twenty."