Anthology
Doey Week 2013
Day II: Fashion
"Duncan," Zoey said with an exasperated sigh, "you look fine. Now would you please stop playing with your tie?"
Duncan did not, in fact, stop playing with the tie. "I feel like I'm choking on this thing." He looked at her out of the corner of his his eye and gave her his best puppy dog face. "Do I have to wear it?"
Zoey glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "We had an agreement," she said. "Now come on."
With a sigh of resignation, Duncan turned back to the mirror and gave himself one final look over. He did not like what he saw. "I feel like an idiot."
"Well, for what it's worth," Zoey began, "I think a man who dresses up is very attractive indeed." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "It's no suit, that's for sure, but something about big tough guys with piercings and tattoos wearing nice dress shirts and ties makes them even sexier, I think."
Duncan turned toward her. "Really?"
"Of course I do." She smiled sweetly at him, and then grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. "Now come on, or we'll be late for the show!"
Because Duncan does not do suits or ties, to Zoey's annoyance. Fortunately, she can make him at least somewhat dressed up, even if doesn't really want to.
Wow, this fic is super dumb.