Post by Shelby on Jul 6, 2016 9:32:18 GMT -5
Plaid, plaid, plaid, and more plaid. Was that all that he really liked? Admittedly, Chardonnay liked how plaid looked on Arthur, even what he was wearing now, but the thought of plaid? She just hated it! She didn't know what it was--if it was the pattern, if it was the combination of colors mixed together, or if it was because plaid was generally, in her mind, considered cheap--that made her hate it so much, but she just did. It didn't look right. It didn't look flattering on anybody except Arthur, but she'd be damned if she would be seen in public with him wearing it. Not in a setting like that. Not when she had invited him out to an event that had people who knew her. Arthur wasn't an embarrassment to her, no--he was smart, he was capable, and he had a good job. She had no doubt that he'd be able to hold his own in the crowd of people that they would be around, but, again, there was the thought that they would look at him, wonder where he came from, and talk about him. She didn't want that to happen. She didn't want them to talk about him behind his back because of what he was wearing, driving, or because of his occupation.
Why was she so protective of him in that respect, though? Chardonnay didn't know. As she continued to file through the clothes, pushing them aside rougher than she needed to, she bit the inside of her cheek at the thought. "Just because we make food doesn't mean we fucking wear it, whether etched onto the clothes or the actual food. It's tacky!" With a scoff, she rolled her eyes and continued to go through the clothes until she stopped when he said that his non-plaid clothes were in the back. Of course the normal clothes he had would be in the back, while the plaid clothes would be in the front. "Of course," she groaned out and dropped the plaid she currently held onto to head to the back of the closet.
The fact that he wasn't trying to pull a ruse over her to get her to stop messing with his plaid was surprising, but she appreciated the fact that he wasn't lying. She noticed the black, white, dark purple, red, and blue button down shirt all in a row next to each other. Next to them she noticed a suit jacket hanging on a hanger and behind that she noticed a nice pair of black slacks hanging limp across the hanger. Now why couldn't he have these at the front of the closet?! Even if he didn't wear them that often, didn't he want to have things that looked nice at the front to give off the presence of sophistication? "Who the fuck said I was going to make you wear a suit jacket to this thing?" she asked, turning her head back to look at him with a glare. Holy shit, this was already turning out to be a pain in her ass. They should be on the road, heading down the highway on their way to the venue now, not arguing about what he was going wear all because he decided it was such a good fucking idea to wear plaid.
What made him so comfortable in this situation to wear plaid when he wasn't comfortable at her condo to wear plaid when he entered the building?
Chardonnay had half a mind to make him wear the jacket just to annoy him. That way when he decided to take it off he'd have to 'trust' the people enough to hold his jacket in the drop off place for them. She smirked at the thought but quickly turned to start back on her work, realizing that they didn't have any time to waste. They needed to get going. Instantly, she nixed the black and white shirt--that would match with her too well, and if they didn't want to look as if they were dating, they needed to keep from matching each other. So that left the dark purple, red, and blue shirt. She nixed the red and looked in between the purple and blue, tilted her head as she pursed her lips and blinked her eyes until she finally reached her arm out and took one: the dark blue shirt. It would make his eyes stand out and match them better, something that she would like better. And, overall, she liked the color better than the purple one.
Afterwards she grabbed the slacks and turned to Arthur and threw the clothes at him, her eyes still narrowed, and rested her hands on her hips. "Now iron those and get changes. And hurry up! We already wasted enough time because you decided to shit around and decided to wear plaid and lobster pants." She looked up at his hair. "You don't have to do anything with your hair. It looks fine."
Why was she so protective of him in that respect, though? Chardonnay didn't know. As she continued to file through the clothes, pushing them aside rougher than she needed to, she bit the inside of her cheek at the thought. "Just because we make food doesn't mean we fucking wear it, whether etched onto the clothes or the actual food. It's tacky!" With a scoff, she rolled her eyes and continued to go through the clothes until she stopped when he said that his non-plaid clothes were in the back. Of course the normal clothes he had would be in the back, while the plaid clothes would be in the front. "Of course," she groaned out and dropped the plaid she currently held onto to head to the back of the closet.
The fact that he wasn't trying to pull a ruse over her to get her to stop messing with his plaid was surprising, but she appreciated the fact that he wasn't lying. She noticed the black, white, dark purple, red, and blue button down shirt all in a row next to each other. Next to them she noticed a suit jacket hanging on a hanger and behind that she noticed a nice pair of black slacks hanging limp across the hanger. Now why couldn't he have these at the front of the closet?! Even if he didn't wear them that often, didn't he want to have things that looked nice at the front to give off the presence of sophistication? "Who the fuck said I was going to make you wear a suit jacket to this thing?" she asked, turning her head back to look at him with a glare. Holy shit, this was already turning out to be a pain in her ass. They should be on the road, heading down the highway on their way to the venue now, not arguing about what he was going wear all because he decided it was such a good fucking idea to wear plaid.
What made him so comfortable in this situation to wear plaid when he wasn't comfortable at her condo to wear plaid when he entered the building?
Chardonnay had half a mind to make him wear the jacket just to annoy him. That way when he decided to take it off he'd have to 'trust' the people enough to hold his jacket in the drop off place for them. She smirked at the thought but quickly turned to start back on her work, realizing that they didn't have any time to waste. They needed to get going. Instantly, she nixed the black and white shirt--that would match with her too well, and if they didn't want to look as if they were dating, they needed to keep from matching each other. So that left the dark purple, red, and blue shirt. She nixed the red and looked in between the purple and blue, tilted her head as she pursed her lips and blinked her eyes until she finally reached her arm out and took one: the dark blue shirt. It would make his eyes stand out and match them better, something that she would like better. And, overall, she liked the color better than the purple one.
Afterwards she grabbed the slacks and turned to Arthur and threw the clothes at him, her eyes still narrowed, and rested her hands on her hips. "Now iron those and get changes. And hurry up! We already wasted enough time because you decided to shit around and decided to wear plaid and lobster pants." She looked up at his hair. "You don't have to do anything with your hair. It looks fine."