After dinner he heads upstairs to his bedroom and removes his shoes and socks. He goes into his closet where he pulls out his suit he plans to wear tomorrow, picked days in advance, and hangs it where he can properly see the red and grey, plaid pattern. He sits on the bed, props his feet on a wooden stool he keeps in his closet, and retrieves the large leather bag he keeps under his bed. Inside of the bag is an array of different color nail polish; some for painting the entire nail and others for painting small details. After years of doing this he is more than capable of painting his nails in a way that not only covers the nail completely but does not get any paint on the skin around it. After painting each coat he wiggles his toes, admiring them while looking for any flaws. Once he finishes, like always, he lets them air dry while he reads the latest Chesapeake ripper article until it's time to put on the clear layer. It is very rare that anyone ever sees his feet bare he still enjoys painting his nails and sort of relaxation it brings.