Awkward Implications
Summary: Dagran gets stuck in skinny jeans that he was trying out. Knowing that his friends aren't around, he calls the next best person to help—which is, unfortunately, Calista's uncle (because Dagran has his number (and the two had run into each other in the mall earlier) and he knows everyone else is at home). The encounter doesn't end too well, much to Dagran's embarrassment and Arganan's amusement.
"What?"
Dagran tried to push down the skinny jeans.
But they weren't budging.
They weren't budging at all.
Damn it Lowell. Why did you suggest that I get any of these in the first place!?
Dagran preferred looser clothing. Something that was a bit more comfortable than skinny jeans. He abhorred them, if anything.
Using both hands, he grabbed the hem of the jeans and pushed down.
Nope. They're not coming off. And he can't just walk out of the store wearing them. They were so tight, dammit! He cursed whoever invented the monstrosities before taking out his cellphone. Maybe he could call his friends to help.
It would be awkward, after all, if a female employee had to help him remove these.
He wasn't even wearing underwear today, a bad habit of his.
Ugh. Bad timing. Bad timing indeed.
Cursing again he started dialing Zael's number when he remembered. Oh, right, Zael was back at the house with Yurick and Lowell and probably Zoran, doing their little video-game fest. Dagran would have been there, too, but Lowell had set him up on a blind date and Lowell told him that said blind date liked men in skinny jeans.
Well, that date wasn't going to happen. Not in a million damned years.
And Dagran would never hear the end of it if his friends found out about this. Especially his ex, Zoran. It would be the one memory haunting him until he rolled in his grave...
And then he got an idea.
Calista's uncle was in the mall. He'd been Dagran's professor when taking that one history course, and the two somehow ended up being kindred spirits of a sort. But that was a story for another time—right now Dagran needed help.
Dialing the number, he took a deep breath and pressed the 'call' button.
He just hoped his past professor would be willing to help.
"Hello?"
"Um...hi. It's Dagran."
"We just met in the mall earlier, Dagran. Why are you calling me?"
"Um...I think I need your help."
"And why exactly?"
"I'm stuck in skinny jeans. I know it sounds really stupid, but I'm seriously stuck in them and this is not a prank I swear, and all the employees on shift in this store are all females and I'm not even wearing underwear! I can't just ask them to peel them off me! Can you please help me!? I swear—"
"Wh-what!? I-I...mmf! H-ha! O-oh...y-you're not kidding!?"
"I-it's really not that funny! Can you please come over here and help me get out of these!? I swear, I'll do anything!"
"H-heh...well, I think this conversation alone is enough for me to go over there. Which store are you at and which changeroom?"
Arganan did his best to stifle his laughter as he walked into the department store. His former student was stuck in skinny jeans? Seriously? It was an amusing thing to imagine, and one that the professor never thought of.
"S-sir," One of the (female) employees spoke up as he approached the changing rooms, "Do you have anything—"
"Excuse me," He interjected, gazing straight at her with his good eye, "I have a friend in the men's changerooms that desperately needs my help to get out of ill-fitting skinny jeans and he's not wearing underwear, and frankly it would be bad if he didn't get out of those anytime soon. Can you step aside, please? It's an emergency only I can apparently handle properly."
He knew it was a little rude, but he didn't honestly care at the moment. THe employee blushed, stuttered a 'yes' and stepped away, before Arganan approached the changeroom stall that Dagran had told him. Number six, wasn't it?
"Dagran?" He spoke up, knocking on the door. "I'm here to help."
"Um...okay." The door unlocked and the stall opened. "Come in."
Arganan went inside the stall, turning to face Dagran...and nearly started laughing again.
Dagran felt himself blush and he glared slightly at his former professor. "I-it's not funny!"
"F-for you it isn't," Arganan managed, taking in the sight of the younger man. The skinny jeans were rather on the tight side for him (but goodness it gave a jarring vision of his crotch) but it did show off Dagran's legs nicely. Shame he didn't fit in them, really. "For me it is though." He sighed softly, a slight grin on his face as he examined Dagran's obviously flustered expression. "How do you think I'm going to strip those off you without exposing your most indecent areas to the rest of the world outside this stall?"
"I don't know, honestly." The younger man managed, looking away slightly as he felt his face grow hot. "I'd honestly rip them apart, but then I'd have to pay for them."
"Mm. True."
The laughter settled down and Arganan frowned, gazing at Dagran...well, more specifically the tight pants he was wearing, and it only then truly occurred how bad it would be for Dagran to be stuck in these.
"I'm pretty sure I read an article online about how skinny jeans are hazardous to health." The older man managed. "I think one could lose circulation in their legs..."
Dagran winced. "...I don't really want to hear more problems. I really need solutions right now."
"Oh, sorry."
The two continued to awkwardly stare at the pants, before Arganan sighed.
"Let me try to help you pull those off. Worst case scenario is that I'll have to literally cut you out. Thank goodness I carry a swiss army knife with me."
Dagran slowly nodded. "Okay."
"Shit, these are seriously hard to..rrgh! Come on, dammit! Rrgh!"
"Wait, wait. Stop. We can't just...do we seriously need the knife for this? In a department store changeroom of all places?"
"I seriously may have to cut you of these. Dammit it's so hard, Dagran..."
"Wait! I think I can tug these off now, we don't actually need to cut them. According to the tag you can actually adjust how tight these pants are...weird..."
"Oh good. Makes things easier on both of us—sh-shit, Dagran! Ow! That hurts."
"S-sorry, let me just..um...does that feel better?"
"Oh. Yes. Very much."
"Excuse me," the blushing employee from earlier spoke from outside the stall, "Can you keep it down, please? You're scaring the rest of the customers."
"Sorry!"
"Well crap. We should really get out of here—get your pants back on Dagran! Your own pants, not the skinny jeans!"
"I know I'm definitely not coming back to this store. And I'm not attending that blind date tonight."
"You had a date and that's why you're wearing skinny jeans!?"
"Yes. It was. But now I'm not going. I'm going to to text Lowell afterwards."
"So he planned the date. I'm not surprised, considering that during the time he was taking my history course he flirted with over half the class over the entire term."
"Let's continue this later."
"Sounds good."
Both of them promptly exited the changing stall, both of them looking slightly flustered. Dagran heaved a sigh, handing the skinny jeans to the employee (who had been listening the whole time).
"Sorry about that." Dagran managed, before he and Arganan quickly left.
The employee gazed at the skinny jeans in her hands, then to the direction which the two men had went, and swooned immediately afterwards.