Rory and Sam decided to arrive at the party 'fashionably late' as Sam had put it. Essentially, Sam wanted to get there as late as possible so he wouldn't have to socialize for very long. Rory had nagged him for the last couple hours to get ready and Sam was taking his sweet time. It's not like he didn't like his friends from here, he just preferred having Rory's attention to himself. Was he being possessive? Aw, who cares?
Rory was acting like a excited little puppy as they were getting ready. He wanted Sam's advice on what people wore from around here and Sam just told him to wear 'whatever'. Rory couldn't settle on 'whatever', he wanted to look great. He didn't really know how to justify the need to look so good but he just felt like putting in the extra effort. He wanted to look good next to Sam, who always seemed to look flawless, no matter what he wore…
Sam saw his friend tugging at a sweater anxiously, adjusting and readjusting on himself. He looked extremely uncomfortable.
"You look preppy." Sam noted, walking behind Rory and peering over his shoulder into the mirror.
"Is that a bad thing?" Rory demanded, looking positively stressed out of his little Irish mind.
"Don't think about it so much. Why don't you borrow something of mine?" Sam suggested, going over to his closet and pulling out a plaid button down.
Rory hesitated before changing into the plaid shirt. "Looks dumb, right?" He asked, grumbling with self-defeat.
"You look great, man. Who knew you would suit this look?" Sam answered, smiling widely. Rory really did look stunning, Sam thought.
"Don't kid me, Sam! It's not nice!" Rory whined, scowling at the blond.
"No, really! Look for yourself!" Sam assured him, taking Rory by the shoulders and turning him toward the mirror.
Rory was surprised by the wave of confidence that hit him when he saw his own reflection, whether it was Sam's touch that was transferring some of Sam's natural confidence or simply seeing himself in a new light: Rory felt great. Sam noticed Rory's change in demeanor from his usual meek and humble attitude to something more… hot? The change stirred something familiar in Sam but he shook it off, smiling for the sake of his friend.
"Let's do this thing." Rory stated, turning back toward Sam, with a wicked smile on his face. Rory was ready for anything.
Sam felt his heart quicken at the statement and he knew that it was going to be an interesting night… Maybe some drinking would help him to clear his mind…
