10-19-2020, 01:53 PM
Cruz opened up his closet to his mundane friends. Felix who was much broader in the shoulder stretched his clothes to the seams but he looked like he might fit into an American mobster movies of the late 1980s and early 90s. He even donned the gold chain with think rings around his neck. One of thsoe things Cruz had purchased for a Halloween Costume a few years back.
Gordie on the other hand was smaller, and the clothes were a little too bit. With a belt the pants looked wrong, and the legs were too long, but Cruz lent the short man a pair of platforms from the same gaudy costume he'd purchased for the 70s decade theme he'd been going for. He didn't look bad.
Cruz only differentiated by adding a pull over button down with long sleeves and a suit jacket of a name the men at the door would recognize. Everything but the shirt he kept on that was Nox's was top of the name brands and none of it was off the rack. All of it tailored to fit him, though some of it was a little tight, working out having done a bit to change the fit of his clothes. But he didn't complain.
The man at the door didn't look at them twice when they approached. Now if only he could keep his two friends in check. When he got inside the first thing he did was open a thousand dollar tab. Anything they ordered under that he'd pay for, Everything else they wanted well they'd soon learn that Manifesto was well above their price range. Cruz ordered himself a dark Russian ale while the others went for the more exorbitant things like vodka on the rocks or some thing Cruz couldn't even pronounce. The price tags taking off a hefty chunk of their stipend.
Felix and Gordie were all a flutter whispering and point out things. Cruz could only roll his eyes.
Gordie on the other hand was smaller, and the clothes were a little too bit. With a belt the pants looked wrong, and the legs were too long, but Cruz lent the short man a pair of platforms from the same gaudy costume he'd purchased for the 70s decade theme he'd been going for. He didn't look bad.
Cruz only differentiated by adding a pull over button down with long sleeves and a suit jacket of a name the men at the door would recognize. Everything but the shirt he kept on that was Nox's was top of the name brands and none of it was off the rack. All of it tailored to fit him, though some of it was a little tight, working out having done a bit to change the fit of his clothes. But he didn't complain.
The man at the door didn't look at them twice when they approached. Now if only he could keep his two friends in check. When he got inside the first thing he did was open a thousand dollar tab. Anything they ordered under that he'd pay for, Everything else they wanted well they'd soon learn that Manifesto was well above their price range. Cruz ordered himself a dark Russian ale while the others went for the more exorbitant things like vodka on the rocks or some thing Cruz couldn't even pronounce. The price tags taking off a hefty chunk of their stipend.
Felix and Gordie were all a flutter whispering and point out things. Cruz could only roll his eyes.