"West Hollywood, the new Ethiopia," Greg muttered to himself, shaking his head a little as he wandered to the door nudging it the extra bit open to passively hold it open for Jack, without actually standing back to do so.
Once inside, Greg stopped to look around, staking the place out. It seemed like a normal dress shop, if it catered to the Big And Tall Men's crowd. The... person of questionable gender behind the counter glanced up as they walked in, before going back to their magazine, leaving Jack and Greg to look in peace- at least for now.