Despite Ronald's odd choice of words, William did appreciate being clean and freshly shaved as he stepped out of the shower. He also felt like he could think clearer too. It gave his mind the time it needed to switch gears from supervisor to lover, something that he at times had difficulty moving between. After toweling off he went to his closet and looked over the gradient of black suits within. His gaze settled on a hanger still wrapped up in brown paper.
Inside was a tailored suit that he had specially ordered last year because Grell had told him that he never wore anything nice on their dates. Normally he would merely wear one of the suits he might normally wear to work, but after that comment, had decided to find something a bit nicer. It had been an interesting shopping trip since Alan had volunteered to help him find the perfect suit. Of course, after all the measuring and tailoring and wrapping, it still just sat in his closet unwanted.
He winced a little as he pulled it out, wondering at his own trepidation. Wasn't that why he bought it though? To wear on a nice evening out with Grell? He hung it up in the bathroom and eyed himself in the foggy mirror. His skin was still pink in places from the hot shower and the shave, but he couldn't shake the look of a man who had been at the office all day. He sighed and turned back to the suit, muttering to himself, "Get yourself together, Spears. It's not like you've never been on a date before." But that was absolutely what it felt like.
He pulled on the collared shirt, appreciating how the fabric was warm but still allowed his skin to breathe, even after stepping out of a hot shower. He put on a silver set of silver skull cufflings and slipped on a deep crimson tie. Grell would likely be wearing red tonight and he wanted to make sure he matched her. It was a small gesture, but one that she would still notice and appreciate. Finally he pulled on his pants and suit jacket, made of a soft black material which felt wonderful both to wear and to feel, very different from the cheaper suits he normally wore. Eying himself in the mirror, he had to admit that it did give him a pleasant cut. Perhaps it was the fact that he enjoyed how he looked, or that he took pride in his appearance, but he was looking a little less like a weary office worker now.
He combed out his hair, which was already almost dry, and pulled out the nice bottle of cologne. It was the bottle that Grell had given him years ago, but he hardly ever wore it. Normally he just couldn't justify wearing such an expensive scent just to work, but tonight he thought he might indulge just a little. He pulled out a cloth and wiped down his glasses, taking a final check of himself in the mirror, and hoping that Grell enjoyed where he was taking her.
