A little of the foot dragging came back into play once Hobbes was helping
Darien find the right wardrobe for the Banana Hammock. Looking into
Darien's closeted collection of odd ball flea market "finds" and thrift
store rejects made Bobby's eyes hurt.
Hobbes kept pawing through the clothes trying to find something that wasn't
in Technicolor.
Hobbes picked out a leopard spotted blue rayon shirt. "You really do work at this, don't you?" he stated.
"Work at what?" asked Darien, unsure.
"Dressing like a freak."
"I don't dress like a freak! I'll have you know I have an instinct for great clothes!"
"I mean. Look at this!" Hobbes continued without a beat. These sneakers have checker patterns, and for your size 15s! How do you even FIND this stuff? And, what's this one?"
"That sir, is a fine, vintage Hawaiian shirt. Very trendy and up to date." Darien snatched it from Hobbe's hand with annoyance.
"Heh heh! Lovely. Ya know, it's best to NOT take wardrobe lessons from Mr. "Weird Al" Yankovic. We might just have to go on a shopping expedition to Today's Man once this assignment is over!"
"Oh, I don't think so." Darien snuffed, shaking his head.
Hobbes continued, "Do you have any two socks that match?"
"And, why do I have to be "Bryce", anyway?" Darien whined. "Why can't I be "Steve?"
Hobbes ignored his words but pulled the caution yellow shirt out of his hands. "You're not going as a drag queen, ya know. Just look good. We're tryin' to fit in, remember?
"And anyway, how do you know how to dress 'gay'? When did you become the expert?" Darien asked with his familiar sarcasm.
"You're not going to dress 'gay', whatever that is. You're just trying to look like a guy out for a night at the club. There is no 'gay'".
The two went on bickering like an old married couple until Darien was roughly done up in what Hobbes expected for the club. Silk fern colored shirt with pleated 40's style black pants. Eat your heart out, Harry Connick Jr.
For himself, Hobbes went for a classic James Dean look. The tight white tee showed off his musculature perfectly.
"Besides," Hobbes said sincerely, "I think you'll just naturally get a lot of attention. No need to underscore the point." Hobbes was on his cel phone just saying, "Yeah. Go ahead." and he cut off the mysterious call.
Darien stopped fussing with clothes to look up when Hobbes' comment hit him and cast a hapless realization on his face. Hobbes stepped next to him, tossing his arm around his back as Claire popped into the room and snapped a shot of the pair.
"Thanks, Bobby." she smiled and giggled as she ran out.
"Yes, Bobby, thank you so much!" groaned Darien. Would it EVER end?
Hobbes picked out a leopard spotted blue rayon shirt. "You really do work at this, don't you?" he stated.
"Work at what?" asked Darien, unsure.
"Dressing like a freak."
"I don't dress like a freak! I'll have you know I have an instinct for great clothes!"
"I mean. Look at this!" Hobbes continued without a beat. These sneakers have checker patterns, and for your size 15s! How do you even FIND this stuff? And, what's this one?"
"That sir, is a fine, vintage Hawaiian shirt. Very trendy and up to date." Darien snatched it from Hobbe's hand with annoyance.
"Heh heh! Lovely. Ya know, it's best to NOT take wardrobe lessons from Mr. "Weird Al" Yankovic. We might just have to go on a shopping expedition to Today's Man once this assignment is over!"
"Oh, I don't think so." Darien snuffed, shaking his head.
Hobbes continued, "Do you have any two socks that match?"
"And, why do I have to be "Bryce", anyway?" Darien whined. "Why can't I be "Steve?"
Hobbes ignored his words but pulled the caution yellow shirt out of his hands. "You're not going as a drag queen, ya know. Just look good. We're tryin' to fit in, remember?
"And anyway, how do you know how to dress 'gay'? When did you become the expert?" Darien asked with his familiar sarcasm.
"You're not going to dress 'gay', whatever that is. You're just trying to look like a guy out for a night at the club. There is no 'gay'".
The two went on bickering like an old married couple until Darien was roughly done up in what Hobbes expected for the club. Silk fern colored shirt with pleated 40's style black pants. Eat your heart out, Harry Connick Jr.
For himself, Hobbes went for a classic James Dean look. The tight white tee showed off his musculature perfectly.
"Besides," Hobbes said sincerely, "I think you'll just naturally get a lot of attention. No need to underscore the point." Hobbes was on his cel phone just saying, "Yeah. Go ahead." and he cut off the mysterious call.
Darien stopped fussing with clothes to look up when Hobbes' comment hit him and cast a hapless realization on his face. Hobbes stepped next to him, tossing his arm around his back as Claire popped into the room and snapped a shot of the pair.
"Thanks, Bobby." she smiled and giggled as she ran out.
"Yes, Bobby, thank you so much!" groaned Darien. Would it EVER end?