[center][color=darkgoldenrod][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][img]https://i.imgur.com/fnUOHKB.jpeg[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=darkgoldenrod][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]The A.R.C., Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean - Present[/I] [I][/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=darkgoldenrod][b]Dance Monkey #4.073:[/b][/COLOR] [I]High (trouserleg) Fashion[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=darkgoldenrod][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][indent][sub][color=darkgoldenrod][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]NPCs[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=darkgoldenrod][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [color=white][I]Hors D’oeuvre & Cummerbund About It[/I][/color][/right][/SUP][/indent] [color=darkgray] Banjo burst through the toilet door only for everyone to turn and stare at him. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Bloody Hell... Didn't mean to make that kind of entrance. 'Scuse I, gents."[/color] Two seniors finished washing their hands and shook their heads at him, as if Banjo possessed any capacity for shame, as they brushed passed him for the exit. The Australian saw a familiar large figure standing outside of one cubicle, his head leaning against the solid partition between two, and gestured with a point and his brow raised. Big Steve nodded in reply. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Ya comin' out of there tonight?"[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"Wh-- wh-- Is that you, Banjo? Wh-- why would I come out?"[/color] Banjo proceeded to push the other cubicle doors open, just to check they were alone. [color=darkgoldenrod]"It is... in fact--"[/color] He pushed the last cubicle door on the other side of Big Steve open, and gestured to the exit with his thumb. Before holding out an open palm and mouthing 'Gimme five minutes'. [color=darkgoldenrod]"--in fact it's only me. Just you and me. So what's the hold up? You're expected out there."[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"Ex-- expected?"[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Yeah, I told her I'd clean ya up, and have ya back out there. So what's the hold up?"[/color] The lock on the door twisted to a green 'Vacant'. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Hold up, ya haven't dropped ya guts in there, have ya?"[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"No I-- I wasn't going."[/color] Slowly the door opened, revealing Alex Zimmerman in his brown stained sky blue suit, palms out gesturing to the state of his clothes. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Alright, so you're all done. Good. Let's get out there."[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"What--? What are you talking about, man?! I can't go out there like this!"[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Sure you can. Jerk spilled the drinks you were carrying for her and her friends all over you. We all saw it. It's fine. She knows what happened. [b]HE'S[/b] the arsehole. You're fine."[/color] Alex shook his head, scoffing at his comments. [color=dodgerblue]"You don't get it, man..."[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"You're right, I don't. C'mon."[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"I can't-- just--"[/color] He turned his head to one side and kept from making eye contact. [color=dodgerblue]"I'm not like you. I can't just go out there like this. You could fall in a pool and just strut through the quad soaking wet like it's no big deal. [b]I[/b] can't DO that."[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Sure you can. Everyone saw how it happened. This wasn't you being clumsy. This was that guy bein' a prick."[/color] Banjo looked at the smaller young man, tongue stuffed deep in his cheek. This was taking too damn long. He popped his collar and swiftly took his bow tie off. [color=dodgerblue]"What?"[/color] He began unzipping his pants. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Shut up. Big guy's only watching the door for five minutes. Get your pants off. Bow tie too."[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"What are you doing?"[/color] He started waving his pants through the electric hand blow dryer. [color=darkgoldenrod]"You're taking ya bloody time, so I might as well dry out the vodka for you..."[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"I--oh-- okay..."[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Get out the bloody stall. Try not to get some gross prick's piss on 'em as well as the whole bar..."[/color] The pair swapped trousers. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Whaddaya parents shop at GAP Kids or somethin'? Whaddaya call this?"[/color] He pulled the pants up, which held at a tight half mast. He pulled the belt out of the sky blue pants. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Pretty sure you're gonna need this for them..."[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"Thanks... thanks, man."[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Shut up. Don't give me a chance to think about the stupid things I do."[/color] He handed over the black tuxedo jacket. Zimmerman looked down at his new black pants, which were spotless, with a broad grin on his face. They hung under his shoe heel, but after folding the cuffs back up a few times looked fine. [color=dodgerblue]"That's-- that's great! You said she's waiting..?"[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Hold up..."[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"What?"[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Bow tie."[/color] Zimmerman pointed at him. [color=dodgerblue]"Yes!"[/color] He popped his collar, buttoned the top button and... stood dumbfounded, holding the black thing. [color=darkgoldenrod]"You don't remember what I did at all, do ya?"[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"...nnnno. No, I don't."[/color] Banjo tied the black bow tie on the smaller man in the large tuxedo. Then stepped back to judge the balance of the two sides. Alex threw two thumbs ups and yanked through door in exit, in a hurry to go see Cleo. Banjo looked down at himself and the ridiculous state of his legs and socks. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Now what the bloody Hell am I supposed to do with this?"[/color] [hr] Banjo stepped out of the bathroom holding the sky blue suit jacket over his shoulder with one hand, his top button undone and no tie. His socks stuffed somewhere in the depths of his pockets. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Tight slim cutoffs are in season anyway, eh? I rolled him for more fashionable pants."[/color] [color=red]"..."[/color] [color=darkgoldenrod]"Wha--"[/color] [color=red]"I didn't say anything."[/color] Big Steve replied. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Bloody oath."[/color] [/color]