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“Might I suggest red?”

Gavin looked over at the girl next to the one holding his jacket and then back to Joel, finishing with the shirt, “If I’m doing red I need new suit. Preferably black.” He pulled the shirt off then ruffled his hair only to fix it again with a look in the mirror. “No tie either for the moment.” He grabbed up the violet shirt he’d been wearing to at least have something on in some form then smiled at the girl nearest Joel, “Could you fetch me both, love?’

“It’s certainly a shade of yellow, Mr. Hardy.” 

A scoff at that reply. Hmph. Some people just didn’t understand design like he did.

He readjusted his collar, his eyes returning to his reflection as he considered what else he’d like to try on. He wasn’t exactly the most adventurous with his styles unless he was drunk, so he wasn’t really going for anything out of the ordinary. He’d always been a fan of his simple black suits and white button-downs, so there wasn’t much point in trying anything from either of those departments. He was mainly just looking for---... Well, ties, really. Boring old lawyer.

His hands wrapped around the glass that was handed to him with an appreciative nod before raising it to his lips, taking a long sip and savoring the flavor.  Joel always was good about bringing over the best whiskey.  “You kidding?  I wouldn’t bring any of those animals with me.  They’d get bored after two minutes and start tearing the place up while the adults entertain themselves with a bottle of whiskey.”  Geoff smirked slightly behind his glass, though the doorbell ringing called to him and he took one last drink before leaving Joel in the kitchen. 

Although it was all just playful banter, he wasn’t exactly lying. He’d made a real name for himself back in LC --- the top lawyer self-titled in the whole city. Renown as shit, with constant new clientele at his doorstep. He’d been able to live a comfortable and relatively stress-free life, complete with a fucking mansion for kicking back in everyday. But then he’d saved Geoff from a prison sentence which quickly fell into a long-term thing, and suddenly he was attached to the crew enough to give up everything he’d worked for to follow them to LS. Not that he would’ve been able to keep his old life anyway --- wouldn’t take much to figure out he was connected to the crew. Pleading innocence would only get him so far.

                    He’d rebuilt his new life since then, but still. Sentiments.

The smirk soon returned as he lifted his own glass and took a reasonable sip. Fucking amazing flavor as per usual. Joel was glad he’d brought a new bottle, because he wouldn’t be surprised if it was empty---or near enough---by the end of the night.

“I wish I could say I doubt that, but it’d be a lie. It’s why they’re already barred from visiting unless it’s for business.” He’d dealt with enough from them before, and he’d prefer to keep his current place from being trashed or anything. He was too old to trust anyone past around 15 years younger than him.

Joel. Joey Heyman. The only other prick in the circle that knew a suit from a tux and a style from another style. He was also the only other one willing to spend an arm and a leg at the furthest Ponsonbys for the perfect suit. He understood why Gavin loved his suits so much and that was the exact reason why he’d decided that it was time they went out again, but instead of getting drunk and getting lost in Paleto it was time to just be them. Perfect, beautiful assholes who love a suit twice the amount of Ray’s Faggio.

They had been at the store for nearly twenty minutes, both now stood in front of the mirrors of the changing room and eyeing their reflections. Gavin’s head was tilted to the side and his green eyes were admiring the length of his own frame. “Not entirely sure how I feel about this color for the button down…” he muttered the words, shifting the dark grey jacket over the pale yellow shirt more. “It seems a bit washed out in look.”

              It’s why relaxing glasses of whiskey before going out suit-hunting was invented. God bless America.

A brow raised towards Gavin’s reflection. “You’re critiquing my style right now? I’m not the one considering lemon for a button down. Lemon. Your skin’s not nearly mocha enough to pull off lemon.” With that, his eyes were back to his own reflection; regarding the outfit carefully before loosening the tie again so he could slip it off entirely. “But no, I’m not getting it. When the fuck would I wear lime? Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t just bad lighting when I was looking through the displays in the main room.” That, and he’s already got one in a similar tone.

“Fucking missed you both.  You because you bring the whiskey and the whiskey because it gets me drunk.”  The gent wasn’t serious and he slowly sauntered over towards the kitchen, pulling out a couple glasses from the cupboard for them to place in front of Joel.  “No, but seriously.  I’ve missed you.  Time off’s nice and all, but I kinda like being able to bug your ass when I get bored or make you have to do something for me I know you don’t want to.” 

He gave the bottle a quick swirl before readjusting the glasses so he’d be able to pour them easier; just to hesitate in thought and instead place the bottle back down beside them and head for the freezer. Whiskey just isn’t the same without ice. “Oh, so that’s what you’ve missed? You know, it’s times like these that really have me questioning how I managed to find such a great, compassionate employer.” he replied sarcastically as he grabbed the cubes. Three for each glass to ensure they lasted for at least a couple of drinks before they’d need more. Hopefully long enough to at the very least last them through until their food arrived, or even better the meal as a whole.

The cubes clinked the sides of the glasses as he dropped them in, before he picked up the bottle again and poured a generous amount into each glass. If this evening was going to be anything like most of the evenings the pair shared, the bottle’d be barely lasting the night. Such a beautiful, booze-filled connection they had.

Geoff could hardly even remember the last time he’d seen him though, which was why the sudden itch to spend time with an old friend had hit.  Movies and ordering in some food probably sounded like a boring, quiet night in for most, but with the added combination of drinks and an old buddy he knew that they were in for a good time. 

The boss sat on the couch with his feet propped up onto the coffee table.  He’d lazily been staring out the large windows and watching the sun set for a while, but knowing that Joel was already on his way, he called the Chinese place down the street.  Hanging up the phone just in time to hear the knock at the door, Geoff popped up and wandered over to pull the already unlocked door open with a grin. 

“Yeah, I knocked. I wanted to try out a little common decency -- do you prefer me just bursting into your apartment? Because I’ll be sure to do that again next time. Don’t want to change my ways too much and confuse you.” And he didn’t have any idea about whether the door was unlocked or not. You think Joel’d be about to make a massive idiot out of himself by trying to shove open a locked door? No fucking way. He’s not about that lifestyle.

An amused sort of smirk curled the lawyer’s lips as he passed Geoff, automatically heading for the kitchen so he could crack open the bottle for them. Just getting right to making himself at home, as you’d expect from him.