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Rob had already decided that he really had no choice in the matter this time. Sid was going to do what she was going to do to get her way and there was no power in the universe that was going to stop her. His scowl deepened as he allowed himself to be dragged in silence through the store toward the dressing rooms. He could still let her know he was displeased about all of this American Halloween crap. The holiday wasn't as big a deal back home in the UK; he genuinely didn't understand what all the fuss was about. America was a very silly place.

Still, if he was going as her escort to the club he supposed he should look halfway decent. For her sake, of course, not his. He wouldn't have given two shits if it wasn't Sidney. Despite her little quirks and annoyances, she was still his dear childhood friend. He couldn't deny her anything.

Even if it meant embarrassing himself in front of a bunch of strangers.

"You want me to try all of those on?" He stopped in front of the entrance to the room, looking as much the immovable object as Sid was the irresistible force. The offer she made of allowing him to pick her outfit was tempting, though, and at her expression of disgust at the color pink he knew he would have to pick something pink for her. "Alright. You win. As long as you promise I'll be able to dress you up." Sighing heavily, he strode into the dressing room, turned to give her one last death-glare, and dramatically closed the curtain.

Leafing through the hangars. Rob's sense of horror grew at the costumes Sid had picked for him to try on. Some of them looked… uncomfortable. And by 'uncomfortable' he meant there wasn't much to them. He selected one to start with, a white jumpsuit-looking thing, and set it at the front of the stack. He then proceeded to strip off his clothes down to his boxers and tried the outfit on. It was open at the front down well past his navel and fit like a very snug glove, but at least it mostly covered him. Unlike some of the other costumes she'd selected.

Flinging open the curtain again, he presented himself to Sid for evaluation, once more silently scowling.

To his immense relief, Sid poo-poo'd the Elvis jumpsuit. "Just as well, it's a bit snug." Rob adjusted himself before retreating back into the dressing room, surly expression intact as he closed the curtain again. Quickly peeling himself out of the jumpsuit, he perused the other costume selections Sid had made for him. There was the sailor suit, but that was just a bit twee for him, and for what it sounded like she was looking for. He wasn't even going to give it a go unless she made him -- he already knew what her reaction would be. An Egyptian-looking getup in gold lame', that might be fancy enough for her. And a kilt… Either one of those would work with his hair. A smirk crossed his lips; the remainder of the outfits seemed geared to have him exposing as much skin as possible.

He picked up a bit of fake leather fabric that looked like a loincloth of some kind. That was getting tried on last, he decided as he dropped it on the floor. Removing the kilt from its hangar, he pulled it on, adjusted the bit of fabric like a sash across one shoulder, and looked in the mirror. Yeah, as he thought, half-naked. But he'd performed without a shirt on occasion with Torgo, painting Celtic symbols on himself with woad. That could work with this…

What was he thinking??? He was falling right into her trap -- cooperating with her plans to dress him up for this Halloween party. It wasn't like he wanted to be a jerk to her, but he didn't want to make it easy either. Hell, it was only because he couldn't deny her anything that he was going at all!

That made him grumpy again, and when he threw open the dressing room curtains he looked as sour as ever. "Well?" he half-demanded, spreading his arms as he presented himself to her. He felt like a reject from Braveheart.

Rob snorted. "Romance novel," he grumbled as Sid adjusted his sporran. He had to admit to himself he rather liked it, and he also had to admit to himself he rather liked that Sidney liked it. He was doing this for her, after all, wasn't he? Certainly not for himself. He could give three craps about Halloween.

"I dunno, I reckon it's alright," he shrugged, not wanting to outright tell her he approved. "At least I don't need a bloody wig for this one, and it ain't chafing. Bit breezy, though, even though it's like down to me knees." He flounced the kilt for emphasis. "And no, I ain't wearing anything beneath it. That's not how it's properly done. I'm no Scotsman, but I know how to wear a bloody kilt."

He gave her an appraising look as she smoothed the plaid fabric over his shoulder. "I like that coat on you, love. With the hat, you look fantastic." Anything to get the attention off of him. And she did look awfully cute in it, even if it was a bit too big on her. That made it even cuter.

Rob tried his best not to blush as Sid teased him with her hands and words. He also tried his best not to grin. He was still annoyed at having to play dress-me-up dolly for her, even if he was going to be her escort at this Halloween gig. True, it would have been bad form to just turn up in his usual 90s-punk kit, and he did clean up pretty well if he felt like putting the effort in, but it was the principle of the thing.

But he had to admit, this was kind of fun. Especially the teasing part.

"Right," he heaved a sigh. "Next costume." Turning to go back into the dressing room, he waggled his behind at her before closing the curtain. She was lucky he hadn't lifted the back of the kilt at her and given her an eyeful. Not like it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, though. He stripped out of it and returned it to its hangar, moving it to a different hook since it was a 'maybe'.

He riffled through the remaining costumes. Twee sailor outfit -- still right out. Sequined singlet -- no <********> way. Then he remembered the bit of faux leather he'd dropped on the floor. Picking it up, he tried it on. It covered his behind and his bits, yet still offered plenty of exposure for Sid.

Pulling open the curtains, Rob presented himself once more. "This ain't much of a costume, is it? Kind of… Jungle bloke. Wossname." At least it wasn't leopard-print.

Before he could stop her, Rob found himself being forced backwards into the dressing room by Sid's insistent hands on his stomach. "You don't have in mind what I think you have in mind, do you," he asked flatly, voice low as he was being pushed, absolutely certain of what she had in mind and knowing full well what her answer would be. He knew that expression and that smile too well by now to suspect anything else.

Once they were both inside, he quickly drew the curtain, thankful it extended nearly to the floor. He sure as hell didn't want to get kicked out of the store for doing inappropriate things in a dressing room stall. Though he was certain they wouldn't be the first or the last to do it. He had to admit to feeling something of a thrill at the prospect of doing something illicit like this, however, with the potential of getting caught. It was rather exciting and made him forget his grumpiness at having to dress up for her.

Gently he took both her wrists in his fingers and removed her hands from his bare torso. "Now, do you really want to see me in the kilt again?" He couldn't fight the smile that forced its way onto his lips.

He knew it. What Sid was up to was no good. Or rather what Sid was up to was very good, given Rob's experience with her on the kitchen floor. The dread over getting caught and the thrill of potentially getting caught butted heads in his mind. He wasn't the sort to do something like this… but then, he'd never really had the opportunity to back in London (well, except for that one time in the loo of a very loud club, which he only half-remembered because he had been very drunk at the time). So did he really know for certain he wasn't the sort? There was only one way to find out, he decided.

With that sorted, he gave in to the ministrations of her mouth on his throat, arching his neck back in pleasure. Releasing her wrists, he slipped his hands beneath the jacket she wore, working his fingers under the hem of her top to run along her sides and back. He allowed himself a soft noise as her teeth scraped across his skin, but only a very soft noise, just enough that she could hear but muted by the music playing in the store.

Leaning his head back in to hers, Rob nudged Sid's hair aside with his nose and nuzzled, teasing her many ear piercings with his teeth and tongue before turning his attention to the sensitive area behind her ear. "I can be as quiet as a churchmouse, love," he purred softly against her skin as he slowly walked her backwards toward the wall of the dressing room.