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Phew. That was a relief. He was really worried for just a fleeting moment about what kind of place would sell ripped undies.

Right, the task in hand he told himself, making his way over to the rails. Immediately he was disappointed they had to be black, finding a pair of trousers with an exciting looking pattern on them. Black was so ******** boring. Trousers were boring. Shopping was boring.


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< Don't be mean. I think you'd look great in those ones over there. Not too formal see?>

He followed the mental direction Tracey was gesturing in and found himself at a more urban club wear rail, hunting out the first pair in his size. They were still fairly dressy, but didn't have any silly frumpy buttons the other rails had - buttons were for old men, not badass ********, and they also looked loose enough to be comfortable.

He wandered back over to Jordan and Harrison and held out the hanger to Jordan for inspection. "These?"

"I'm not completely disregarding your tastes," Jordan said dryly. "There were no unicorn ties, though."

Rep returned with a pair of pants that ... weren't too bad, really. More street than formal, but he'd kind of expected that. Jordan took a thoughtful look at the pants - it could probably be pulled off as a deliberate style choice, with the right stuff. He returned with a white shirt and a striped vest, along with a wide black tie. "You can roll up the sleeves if you want," he said. "That would look good with the pants - er, trousers - and the sun necklace would, too."

"Just check the sizes," Jordan replied. "This stuff's good enough quality that we shouldn't have to worry about weird sizing. We can swing by the shoe department real quick on our way out and then just take the stuff back to change. I hate dressing rooms," he added.

Rep was checking the labels on his own clothes when Harrison spoke and completely forgot what he was doing to give him a look. "I've had enough of public anything for a while. Its the kinky private stuff that's the forbidden fruit lately."

He snorted and went back to the task in hand before he got derailed. "These look good."

use it."

He dumped the pile of purchases, and gave the cashier a scarred, crooked smile.

"Here, give me those," Jordan said, and collected the clothes and shoes from Harrison and Rep. "I'm not such an a*****e that I'd demand you get new clothes and then make you pay for it yourselves." No bills, he reminded himself. The cashier looked bored, barely paying attention as she rang things up; this apparently didn't count as weird. She'd probably seen plenty of people coming through to pick up something more formal before heading for the clubs and casinos.

He glanced at Rep, a thoughtful, calculating expression crossing his face. "You're right about that," he said.

He handed over the clothes without a protest, it saved him having to actually ask for handouts. "Ta."

His attention though, for the most part, was on what had just been said. "A day." He scratched his beard distantly. "Theoretically, how long does clothes shopping normally take?"