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"Don't worry about it," Jordan said. "I haven't really spent anything since Christmas. It's not a problem." He studied the suit Jerry held up. "Looks nice to me. The vest is a nice touch. Maybe with a black or grey tie?"

It wasn't like he was the only friend Jerry had. They could hang out later, when he got back to the party. Annnnnd he was trying to justify hurting Jerry's feelings.

Can't take it back now anyway, Ferros said.

I know, Jordan sighed. I kind of ... have to choose here. And I already did. Still feel like a tool.

A rake? Maybe a hoe?

Jordan couldn't help it; he laughed.

"It'd probably be fine," Jordan agreed. "I'll find you a nice tie, yeah." He gave Jerry an apologetic look.

Rep couldn't help but crack a smile at the unmistakable description of Marcus. "I want to buy him the most pushy and trashy hooker in Vegas and pay them to follow him around all ******** night. " He also wouldn't have been above spiking the guy's drink if he had possessed the means to do so.

He snorted "I'd need a whole ******** lot of booze between me and a strip club, last thing I need is bitches who think they have power over me around me when I'm sober. I'd end up socking them one"

Even as he spoke to Harrison, he watched Jerry and Jordan over by the clothes, easing his sense of irritation with thoughts of what there was to do that didn't involve being around Jerry.

Jordan sighed and browsed through a rack of ties, absently sorting through and looking for one that would work best with the suit Jerry had picked. Done was done; he couldn't take back what he'd said, and he didn't really want to. He liked Jerry, Jerry was his friend; but right now, what he really wanted was a little time with his guys without anyone specifically watching, so that they could relax a little before getting back to the party where people who knew them would be looking and the awkwardness would come back. Just half an hour, forty-five minutes.

He picked a black-and-grey striped tie with undertones of red in the grey, automatically checked the price tag. ... Ouch. For a tie? He didn't have to watch nickels and dimes, he reminded himself. His pay, while it might not be much, wasn't being chipped away by room and board, nor by bills; the few thousands he had available were all actually available to be spent on luxuries. It helped the nagging feeling of being far too profligate ease up somewhat.

"If I can't get him to crack here, it's not happening," Harrison said. "Hah, I think I still have the texts on my phone."

He looked glum.

"I still owe him that sub duty. And five dollars. Since I'm alive and all."

It didn't take long for Jerry to get changed, he kept the tags on for now so there was no question about shoplifting vs. just trying to not look like a hobo. The trousers were loose enough to slip over his leg brace, at least. He finished off the little bottle, leaving it there on the bench. He straightened, looking himself over in the mirror. He did look better, right? A little better. Even with the clean new suit, he hardly recognized the face in the mirror.

Maybe it was the hair. He did need a cut, he supposed. Deep breaths. Jordan didnt' hate him, even if Rep did. And Harrison... he never really knew where he stood with Harrison, although he did like the guy.

Just check out and go find the others.

His old clothes were bundled up in his jacket, slung over his arm, he juggled his cane and the door, making his way back out to try to spot the others before finally waving Jordan down. "How's this look? Am I passable for Human?" That extra shot certainly made it easier to smile honestly.

"Oh!" He adjusted his glasses before reaching to look it over, "That's very nice! Classy," He smiled, "I would have picked out something with little ducks on it, ahahahaha... ah..." He turned it over and noticed the price tag, paling. "Um. W-well I mean... it m-might not er... go with the suit and um... I should er... go check out before someone thinks I'm shop lifting."

"Ah... yeah, it's fine," He wove a hand dismissively, "The er... Cane helps more than you'd think. Even if Rep thinks it makes me look silly," He shifted his grip on his old clothes, setting them on the counter as they approached so he could fish out the tag from his suit sleeve, "Um... seriously though. Thank you for this. I really don't like borrowing money. But um. I don't really have a choice." He flushed, ripping the tag off to hand it to the cashier before brushing his hand through his scruffy hair. "Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair shortly."