Who: Max and Vinnie What: Go shopping for tuxes for the prom log Where: Jos. A. Bara Menswear When: A week before prom but I was on hiatus so this wasn't posted until now BACKDATED Warnings: It's me and Toni. That's probably something.
And so, gentle reader, Maximilian Justice Powers and Vincent "Vinnie" VonVinesaur found themselves at the only place in town that could rent Max a tux. It was the sort of men's store that took three measurements for a suit coat. Chest, Arm length, and Bicep breadth.
It was a store that Vinnie could shop at as well, because Max had spent the last four years in turning him into a self-aware version of himself, one which realized what he had become but knew no possible way out of the life that he currently lead, resigning himself to regular weight room visits, the drinking of vegan protein shakes, and the tracking of his PRs.
There they were. In the store. Looking at suits. Being themselves.
"So you, uh, takin' Bulba, yeah?" Max asked. So good at casual small talk. | |