misbehaves (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_misbehave909) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-09-09 22:22:00 |
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When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: A tuxedo rental shop.
What: Tux returns. ~Jayne knows things that Mal doesn't knoooow.~
Rating: If anything, PGish for language.
It had sure been an interesting party. Mal had gone for the same reason he always attended these sorts of shindigs: work. Looking for work, because he already had a job, or because he wanted to meet people who might be willing to hire him in the future. He'd expected a fussy boring get-together full of people who thought way too highly of themselves. Instead, there'd been spats and drunk folk and a giraffe. California. Never boring. The tux was rented through the weekend, because Mal had fully planned to sleep in after the gala. It was Sunday afternoon before he finally rolled up to the shop, the garment bag slung over his shoulder. He wouldn't be sorry to get rid of that monkey suit, that was for sure, but it had been a fun little diversion (even if he hadn't come out of there with a single job offer). |