[50 prompts] "Friends."
“You got me a new suit?” Gabriel asked, the surprise obvious in his voice as he looked at the suit laid out on the bed, still in the plastic as it had just returned from the dry cleaners.
“Of course I did! We want to look our best, don’t we?” Ben replied, a mischievous smirk on his face as he adjusted his own white suit, and he would have commented on how it made him look like a pimp, but he was pretty sure that’ was what he was aiming for. “We have to look our best tonight, Gabriel. We’re going out, we’re going to be high rollers, we’re going to win a lot of money, and have girls all over us. You want to look good, right?”
“But my old suit was just fine,” he murmured, though he was already tearing the plastic open to run a finger down it, sighing happily at the feel of it. He knew that Ben would have gotten it to his exact measurements too, they’d been to the tailors a few weeks before to have their old ones fixed up and adjusted to perfection, so he must have gotten the measurements and had it commissioned, and he had been completely oblivious to it.
“Your old suit was fine, but your old suit was old. Just go put it on, you can pay me back tonight if you want, after we’ve won some money,” Ben said with a laugh, moving behind him and giving him a playful little shove. “Go on. You know I think you’re hot when you walk around in your boxers and your socks half way up your calf, but you don’t want to let our awaiting ladies see it all right away. It’s all about alluring, a hint of chest hair you can show, just enough so that the ladies know that you’re a beast…”
“Okay okay fine! Just…shut up!” Gabriel laughed and grabbed the suit by the hanger, giving Ben a shove in return before disappearing into the bathroom again to finish getting dressed. He of course wasn’t about to show a hint of chest hair, no matter how much Ben insists that women like it, it just wasn’t who he was. But then again, he wasn’t the type to have sex on a first night either…but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so he always allows himself just a teensy bit of leeway when it came to that.
He emerged roughly fifteen minutes later, his hair slicked back and the suit on, looking pristine and like a million dollars really, a perfect high roller, and Ben beamed at him.
“Perfect fit! I knew that tailor was to be trusted, now we just have to…” he trailed off and went up to him, adjusting the lapels of his jacket a bit before pulling out a handkerchief, folding it up and pushing it into his pocket. “There, gorgeous Gabriel, you’re simply gaaaawgeous.”
Gabriel snorted with laughter at that and shoved him away again, shaking his head as he went over to the bottle of champagne they had ordered earlier and was chilling in a bucket of ice. He opened it with ease, and hardly any spilled out too, and finally he filled their glasses. He brought them over to where Ben was still standing admiring himself in the mirror, and though he rolled his eyes just a bit, he reached the glass over to him nonetheless.
“I propose a toast, Ben,” he started, holding up his glass to his friend, his eyes sparkling as he looked at him. “To us. To our now fourteen year long friendship of awesomeness, and to hopefully another fourteen years of awesome, and then some.”
He was grinning as he clinked their glasses together and they drank to it, sighing happily as they lowered their glasses again.
“I think that that was the best toast that I have ever heard in my life,” Ben told him with a firm nod, draining his glass before he set it down on the table, and then went towards the door. “Come on now Gabriel, Vegas ladies are waiting for hot New Yorkers to sweep them off their feet.”
“Of course I did! We want to look our best, don’t we?” Ben replied, a mischievous smirk on his face as he adjusted his own white suit, and he would have commented on how it made him look like a pimp, but he was pretty sure that’ was what he was aiming for. “We have to look our best tonight, Gabriel. We’re going out, we’re going to be high rollers, we’re going to win a lot of money, and have girls all over us. You want to look good, right?”
“But my old suit was just fine,” he murmured, though he was already tearing the plastic open to run a finger down it, sighing happily at the feel of it. He knew that Ben would have gotten it to his exact measurements too, they’d been to the tailors a few weeks before to have their old ones fixed up and adjusted to perfection, so he must have gotten the measurements and had it commissioned, and he had been completely oblivious to it.
“Your old suit was fine, but your old suit was old. Just go put it on, you can pay me back tonight if you want, after we’ve won some money,” Ben said with a laugh, moving behind him and giving him a playful little shove. “Go on. You know I think you’re hot when you walk around in your boxers and your socks half way up your calf, but you don’t want to let our awaiting ladies see it all right away. It’s all about alluring, a hint of chest hair you can show, just enough so that the ladies know that you’re a beast…”
“Okay okay fine! Just…shut up!” Gabriel laughed and grabbed the suit by the hanger, giving Ben a shove in return before disappearing into the bathroom again to finish getting dressed. He of course wasn’t about to show a hint of chest hair, no matter how much Ben insists that women like it, it just wasn’t who he was. But then again, he wasn’t the type to have sex on a first night either…but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so he always allows himself just a teensy bit of leeway when it came to that.
He emerged roughly fifteen minutes later, his hair slicked back and the suit on, looking pristine and like a million dollars really, a perfect high roller, and Ben beamed at him.
“Perfect fit! I knew that tailor was to be trusted, now we just have to…” he trailed off and went up to him, adjusting the lapels of his jacket a bit before pulling out a handkerchief, folding it up and pushing it into his pocket. “There, gorgeous Gabriel, you’re simply gaaaawgeous.”
Gabriel snorted with laughter at that and shoved him away again, shaking his head as he went over to the bottle of champagne they had ordered earlier and was chilling in a bucket of ice. He opened it with ease, and hardly any spilled out too, and finally he filled their glasses. He brought them over to where Ben was still standing admiring himself in the mirror, and though he rolled his eyes just a bit, he reached the glass over to him nonetheless.
“I propose a toast, Ben,” he started, holding up his glass to his friend, his eyes sparkling as he looked at him. “To us. To our now fourteen year long friendship of awesomeness, and to hopefully another fourteen years of awesome, and then some.”
He was grinning as he clinked their glasses together and they drank to it, sighing happily as they lowered their glasses again.
“I think that that was the best toast that I have ever heard in my life,” Ben told him with a firm nod, draining his glass before he set it down on the table, and then went towards the door. “Come on now Gabriel, Vegas ladies are waiting for hot New Yorkers to sweep them off their feet.”