Closed Starter for @cutthroat-service
Where: Port Eerie
While Everett might have, momentarily, lost his friend in the bustling crowd of people, it was funny how at all these events, he could always find Jeans.
The Man was gliding through the crowd like they had, yet again, lost something they couldn’t quite find. When their eyes settled on Everett again, squinting and unsquinting still trying to place Everett on whatever list they had jotted him down on Everett waved, “Jeans, well,” Everett bowed slightly as he made his way over, “I should say Princess Jeans, shouldn’t I? By the way, I know you find dressing for these things hard.” Everett smiled genuinely because really 3 for 3, “If you ever wanted someone else to think about what you should wear, because I know you have other things to do, I would love to help out. I know your assistant Sammy, he’s like my best friend, he can vouch for me.” Cause really they couldn’t keep meeting like this. Maybe if Everett did a good enough job this man would give Sammy a raise or at least a paid vacation.
