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Post by nate on Nov 12, 2008 17:36:31 GMT -5
Wow, was I ever that socially awkward? Guy looks like he's about to have a mental meltdown. Let yourself out of the closet every once in a while. Perhaps in more ways then one.
Nate favored the clerk with a withering look, then quickly described his mother. Again, the terms he used were truthful, not entirely flattering, and still somehow vivid. At the end, he arched his brows, glancing over to Chris.
"My fashionably conscious friend," Nate said it like a swear word, "here had some ideas about where to go with it. I'd be interested to hear what you have to say on the matter."
And see just how much Chris's ideas match up with someone who clearly bats for the other team. This is almost too easy though, with Chris in that condition.
"Did you need to sit down or something?" Nate asked, addressing Chris.
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Post by ava on Nov 12, 2008 18:33:54 GMT -5
He raised his eyebrow and placed a hand on his hip and an almost overly dramatic fashion. Mother....right. That was a likely story but who was he to judge.
"If she looks like you except more...feminine," he stared, staring Nate up and down, "I wouldn't go with anything too dramatic" continuing, waving his free hand once...twice.
"Darker features don't need bright colours" he said nodding slightly, forgetting the comment that Nate had made asking if Chris needed to sit down. He looked over the top of his glasses at Nate once more, then, as quickly as he had come, he disappeared into a rack of dresses. The hangings clicking together was the only sound that could be heard. And, as quickly as he had left, he returned with different dress styles in pastel and light colours.
"The last thing you want to do is have your outfit clash with your features" he informed Nate "You want to accentuate them, it's more fierce that way" he said, emphasizing 'accentuate' and 'fierce'.
First dress was a saucy number that was a halter top that ended just above the knees in a very light mint green. Marc held it up against Nate to check for skin tone and hair.
"Nope, No, absolutely not!" he said, tossing the dress aside, as if he was disgusted with it.
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Nov 12, 2008 22:53:24 GMT -5
"I'm good," said Chris, who clearly wasn't good. He was feeling more than a little hot under the collar, and found that undoing his top button didn't help much with that at all. So, he tried to think of something that would calm him down.
But his mind had other ideas, and he soon found himself playing the moment he had met Claire over and over in his head. It was one of the only memories in his entire life he could recall so vividly, but it far from calmed him. But it was easy to tell, from the smile slowly creeping across his face, that this was a different sort of worked up. Sure he was still excited, but now he was just excited to see her again, and it did wonders for his mood.
So much so that he actually re-entered the conversation. When Marc went on about not needing brighter colours, and brought out some pastels, Chris leaned slightly toward Nate and whispered, "See? Violet."
And then he found, to his horror, that he was shaking his head very slightly and had a hint of a frown on his face as Marc brought out a dress, a split second before Marc himself dismissed the number in a much more 'out there' way.
Oh no, I am gay aren't I?
Well, try picturing a guy naked.
No!
That's a good start. Try picturing a guy in a fashionable outfit.
What? I don't... what? I can't!
Yeah, see, it only works for girls. I think we're safe. You just know what you like is all. I mean, look at you; you dress like a hobo more often than not. How un-gay is that?
...I think I need a beer or something.
You don't even like beer.
Who cares? It's manly!
Touche.
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Post by nate on Nov 12, 2008 23:27:31 GMT -5
Wait a moment, when along the way did I sign up to be dressed up like a Barbie doll? Can we not do this without placing the clothing next to my definitely masculine body?
"Alright, that's enough of holding dresses next to me," Nate said, gently pushing Marc and the proffered halter ensemble. "Let's try visualizing in a more creative way."
that doesn't involve putting a dress anywhere near me, thank you very much.
To further ensure Marc wouldn't be getting any interesting ides, Nate took a step back, waving for Marc to make the selections. Nate also glanced over at Chris.
"Congratulations, you agree with the happy homosexual on color choice. Your mother must be proud," he drawled. He then looked back at Marc, hoping that nothing he said could be taken the wrong way. The last thing he wanted was to start an argument with anyone "fierce."
Well, second to last thing. First being anyone to suggest "maybe he should try it on.
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Post by ava on Nov 13, 2008 21:53:02 GMT -5
"This,"
Marc started shifting his weight to one side and placing his hand on his hip. His gaze was intent on Nate and his lips were placed in a pencil thin line. If he was to point at his face, he would have said something along the lines of 'See this? This is my unamused face'.
Anyways.
"Is not going to work if you keep up with this girly hissy fit you're throwing" he said snottily looking at Nate. Oh yes, the gay man just called Nate 'girly'. That was a throw down of epic proportions.
"Do you want a dress for your....mother or not?" he asked. He would have snapped his fingers in an overzealous way had he not been holding the rest of the dresses in his other hand.
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Nov 15, 2008 19:04:28 GMT -5
"Yeah Wakeman, don't be such a girl!" Chris said, trying and failing to contain a laugh; at Nate, at the attendant's antics, at the irony of the whole situation. The comment Nate made didn't even get through his sudden mirth, let alone actually have any effect on him.
"You could always just wear the dress if you're that uncomfortable with this way, man," he suggested innocently.
My my my, isn't this fun?
Actually, yes. Maybe I should go look for some other dresses for Nate to try on.
He cast his gaze around the room, hoping to spot something of ridiculously embarrassing proportions, but he didn't move quite yet. No, he wanted to see how Nate handled this ever-so-masculine spat with the store employee.
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Post by nate on Nov 16, 2008 19:29:20 GMT -5
Oh nos! The ferocity! How can I withstand the awe-inspiring might which is the gay temper tantrum! The agony! The torture!
Nate gave the man a blank stare, which he then turned on Chris as he chimed in. Clearly Nate didn't really care what either of them had to say, and had no intention of reacting to their goading.
"I want to get a dress for my mother without trying on any dresses," he reiterated, looking slightly annoyed. His face clearly said "I am the customer, you are here to serve me, not annoy me."
Nate's gaze fell on the dresses, scanning them. At this point, all he wanted to do was pick something and end this. It had clearly crossed over into the point of severely uncomfortable, and the end couldn't come soon enough.
Next time I go dress shopping, I'm inviting Elliot or some other female along. Maybe that Ava girl.
"Go ahead and continue."
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Post by ava on Nov 19, 2008 20:45:42 GMT -5
"Heteros" Marc muttered as he rolled his eyes. They just didn't get it. "And for the record, I was just testing colors against skin tone, gosh you're so sensitive"
Marc looked at him once more, a more thoughtful look this time. Then he turned to the dresses he had picked out. He had fished out the one dress that had stuck out like a sore thumb in the pile of light colours.
"Here, I think this one would work the best for your mother, it's subtle and casual yet still flattering" Marc said with a smug look on his face. The dark blue dress he held out to Nate was hanging limply on the clothes hanger, it looked like nothing special but then again all clothes didn't look as good until they actually got worn by the customer.
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Nov 20, 2008 20:08:27 GMT -5
(Mind if I pass? Not a whole lot to do, hurr.)
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