Elijah stretched his neck and tugged at it. The left lapel kept curling up. No matter how much he messed with the material, it wouldn’t lie flat. Plus, he couldn’t figure out the tucking situation. Was he supposed to tuck in a button-down shirt if he wore it with jeans or let the tail hang out? Did the answer change if he didn’t own a belt?
Elijah left the apartment with the shirt arranged somewhere in between. Now, thinking about it, he realized it looked like he’d run out of a bathroom in a hurry. He would have felt better off in his regular clothes, but something told him a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off wasn’t cool.
As he approached the bar, he did a mental run-down of what he knew about the girl, who was first cousins with his friend Shawn’s girlfriend. Her name was Shan-na, not Shan-non. She had brown hair, worked in a salon, and liked the Philadelphia Eagles, which would have been a dealbreaker if he wasn’t so hard up. It had been something like five months since his last hook-up. He was starting to see spots.
He rubbed the back of his head and searched the room for a girl matching the description. Maybe the one at the bar. A little edgier than he was expecting, but he liked a girl with a sense of style.
“Hey.” He rolled up next to her and unwrapped his scarf, which still had the price tag on it. $15 at TJ Maxx. “Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t figure out where to park.”
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Date: 2016-01-13 03:34 am (UTC)Elijah stretched his neck and tugged at it. The left lapel kept curling up. No matter how much he messed with the material, it wouldn’t lie flat. Plus, he couldn’t figure out the tucking situation. Was he supposed to tuck in a button-down shirt if he wore it with jeans or let the tail hang out? Did the answer change if he didn’t own a belt?
Elijah left the apartment with the shirt arranged somewhere in between. Now, thinking about it, he realized it looked like he’d run out of a bathroom in a hurry. He would have felt better off in his regular clothes, but something told him a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off wasn’t cool.
As he approached the bar, he did a mental run-down of what he knew about the girl, who was first cousins with his friend Shawn’s girlfriend. Her name was Shan-na, not Shan-non. She had brown hair, worked in a salon, and liked the Philadelphia Eagles, which would have been a dealbreaker if he wasn’t so hard up. It had been something like five months since his last hook-up. He was starting to see spots.
He rubbed the back of his head and searched the room for a girl matching the description. Maybe the one at the bar. A little edgier than he was expecting, but he liked a girl with a sense of style.
“Hey.” He rolled up next to her and unwrapped his scarf, which still had the price tag on it. $15 at TJ Maxx. “Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t figure out where to park.”