A/N: This takes place post "Sleeping Dogs". Deeks has his own opinion on the suit.
"Ok, what about this one?" Callen asks, handing his phone to Sam. Deeks cranes his neck so he can see the screen too, which shows a sleek dark-blue suit.
"I think you'd look great in that," Sam responds glibly.
"It's a little more Hollywood After Party than I expected, but I think you can pull it off," Deeks adds.
"Actually, this is Anna's second option for you."
Deeks bursts out laughing, imagining Sam decked out in the velvet suit.
"No way in hell," Sam says bluntly, turning squinted eyes on Deeks.
"Wait, you're serious about this?" Deeks checks, still chuckling occasionally. "Sam wouldn't get his forearm in that jacket."
"Hey, I'm sure they offer it in "big and tall"," Callen offers, straight-faced.
"Ha, funny. You're about to find yourself looking for a new best man."
"Oh, you finally made it official," Deeks comments, reaching over to give Sam and Callen a fist bump. "Congrats! You should have waited til Kensi and I were back so we could throw you a party to celebrate."
"It was just a formality. This jerk knew he was always going to be my best man."
"I hope you're not feeling left out, Deeks," Sam says.
Deeks shakes his head. "Far be it from me to get in the way of the bromance. You've earned it for putting up with each other for so long."
"I should be offended, but oddly enough, I'm not," Callen muses. "You'll be a groomsman thought, right?"
"Of course! Like I'd miss the chance to watch Arkady officiate your wedding up close and personal," Deeks says with a grin.
Callen puts his hand up, instantly looking alarmed. "Ok, Arkady is not officiating. We haven't decided who, but he is definitely off the list. Now, can we finally settle this tux thing? Because I am beyond ready to be done with color schemes."
"You should see the first suit Anna had in mind," Sam complains, ignoring Callen. "It was Kelly green. Do I look like the kind of man who would wear Crayola colors?"
"It was not that bad."
"I'd look like a piece of asparagus."
"More like a piece of broccoli," Deeks mutters, earning a glare from Sam.
"Hey, I thought you were on my side," he says with mild outrage.
"I am. And I agree that green is not your color."
"I should have just asked Castor," Callen sighs, as Sam and Deeks continue to debate the merits of various colors.