A Clothing Store for the Rest of Us: And by "the Rest of Us" I mean "Too Much Man"

[tank_rockarms]

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.

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[flowerofmtsilver]

"Uh, I sure hope so." Wasn't that a given? Though Vinnie's response was maybe just a bit more awkward than usual. Maybe since talking to Max about anything to do with his relationship involving a Pokemon that the CO had known since Bulbasaurhood always turned out immensely weird for everyone.

"What about... you...?"

[tank_rockarms]

"Goin' stag," said Max. "Ain't had a girlfriend in awhile. Hard to, uh, you know. Find somebody who works out."

There are a number of reasons why this is so. They revolve around Max's passions.

[flowerofmtsilver]

Vinnie was pretty sure there were a number of ladies who had come and gone that could've kicked his ass. "Well, not everyone works out in the weight room."

He paused, thinking. "Unless there's a rule 'bout not dating students." That'd be narrowing the field considerably, even if Max wasn't all that older than most college level girls.

[tank_rockarms]

"Yeah, I ain't touchin' that," said Max. "Break's all sorta protocols I ain't about to break."

"I was datin' Jess off screen from Green Earth for awhile; she loves tanks just about as much as I do, but it was long distance and it's hard to keep those things up. I was kinda hittin' on that dancin' instructor we had awhile back, but nothin' ever came out of it, and she left. It ain't like dancin's like weight liftin', but I knew she was active, and all."

[flowerofmtsilver]

The Venusaur's eyebrows shot up. "For real?" Vinnie never took her dance classes, but he'd seen her around - a real timid little thing, and very pink. "No offense, I did not take her for your type at all."

[tank_rockarms]

Max shrugged. "She was cute and she flirted back." There was a pause. "I'm pretty sure, anyway. Seemed like flirtin'. We were at that Halloween party, I was wearin' the outfit that was basically red leather underwear and a cape and a helmet and boots, and she seemed like she was impressed by what she saw, so, you know. Figured I could at least try."

[flowerofmtsilver]

Not a bad attitude to have. Still, that outfit probably wasn't going to fly at anything other than a Halloween dance. "Well, let's see if we can find you something different t'wear to this dance." Maybe looking newly fitted and dapper would help Max get lucky.

"What happened to your last suit? Or does it not fit anymore?"

[tank_rockarms]

Frankly, the red leather underwear seems more likely to get Max laid than a suit.

"Lats for days," said Max. "Back got too big to fit into the old one."

Max does indeed have lats for days. Possibly even several weeks. "Why do you need a new suit?"

Please say "Quads for days" because that would make Max feel a sense of accomplishment.