A/N: Written for picture prompt for 25 May at jim_and_bones.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this silly piece of writing.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
"You know, Jim, if you stopped looking at yourself in the mirror for so long, we could already be n our merry way and wouldn't have to be either hurrying unnecesarily or wouldn't be late," grumbled Leonard, leaning against the door to the dressing room.
Jim was looking at himself in the mirror, again, from all possible angles, checking if absolutely everything is where it should be.
"Sorry, Bones," he said, checking his shirt, "but you know I have to look perfect, especially now?" he finished, suddenly looking nervous as a little boy who is trying to propose to his childhood crush.
'So that had been the problem,' flashed through Leonard's head. He smiled, walking over to Jim, laying his hands on his shoulders. "You look perfect," he said, meeting Jim's eyes in the mirror. "So get your ass out of the house, or we're going to be more than fashionably late!" he added gruffily.
"The things you say," chuckled Jim, finally turning away from the mirror. "Time to face the music, then..."
"Dad, uncle Jim - you both look amazing! Janice and Katie are so going to get green from envy, as soon as they see you!" welcomed them a joyous female voice.
"Only the best for our Jo," agreed Leonard with a smile. He got the opportunity to dance with his girl on garden party organized by some of Jo's friends, and dressing up in this absolutely idiotic suit was worth the delight he could see in the face of his daughter.
He would also deny it to his dying breath - but white really looked good on Jim. 'Note to self,' he thought, 'sapphire on white gold.'
Jim was fashionista. It wouldn't do, if he were to accept his proposal and wear a ring which would look bad on him. Period.