[for Serena]
Dan wouldn't admit that he'd been looking for a suit to wear to the ball. The damn ball, as he was thinking of it in his head. Hell, he probably wouldn't even be going if he hadn't run into Chuck at the play. Suddenly not attending wasn't even an option. Of course, attending in a pair of kahki pants and a tshirt also wasn't high on his list. If he was going to do this thing, he was going to do it right.
Which, really, was why he was here. In the laundry room, yet again. He'd gotten a shirt and tie already - black, with a discreet black pattern on it. In fact, it reminded him a lot of the shirt he'd worn to the last masked ball he'd been to. He'd sworn that would be his last, but it didn't look like it. Now he just needed a suit. And not a tweed one with leather patches on the elbows. Definitely not. Not for this, anyway.
Which, really, was why he was here. In the laundry room, yet again. He'd gotten a shirt and tie already - black, with a discreet black pattern on it. In fact, it reminded him a lot of the shirt he'd worn to the last masked ball he'd been to. He'd sworn that would be his last, but it didn't look like it. Now he just needed a suit. And not a tweed one with leather patches on the elbows. Definitely not. Not for this, anyway.