When suit_unporn attacks
This is what happens when you try for a deathmarch to the end of a story. You come up with totally unrelated suit_porn. That may or may not be angling for its own story.
"Look, Lar', it's easy, I'll show you." He reached forward and took up both ends of the lemon silk tie hanging around his partner's neck. "Follow my hands, okay?"
"How would I do that, Stan? You're tying it on me, remember?"
Switek dropped the ends of the tie. "Good point. We need a mirror. Let's use the one in the other room." Larry followed his partner to the bedroom, hands in his pockets, head down. "I don't even really need a tie. This is my best shirt."
Stan stopped and regarded Zito critically. White huaraches, fresh out of the dryer (he'd already apologized to one set of neighbors in their complex), white linen pants, immaculately pressed, and a tropical print button-up shirt that was bright yellow in all the places it wasn't gray, or blue, or brown. Or a Hawaiian girl with a pig.
"Lar? It's a wedding, okay? It would be a nice gesture. Just get it over with, and besides, eventually you may, at some future point, need to know this." Larry sighed and stood in front of the mirror, legs apart, hands clasped in front of him. "Okay go."
Stan stood facing him, and took up the ends of the tie again. "Wide end around the thin end twice." His hands moved deftly. "Back through the V," Stan continued. Zito frowned and shrugged his shoulders a couple times. "Stay with me, Lar', we're almost there." He stepped forward and his fingers followed the path of the tie along Zito's neck, straightening the collar as he went. "Wide end through the loop...and tighten." Zito coughed and pursed his lips above his beard. Switek smirked and finished straightening the knot.
"There!" Stan finished and stood back, and they both stared at the mirror. Dead silence. Larry turned and looked at his partner questioningly. Switek shook his head. "What the hell, ditch it for the reception. Okay, let's get this over with." Zito nodded and followed him out of the room, hands in his pockets.
"Look, Lar', it's easy, I'll show you." He reached forward and took up both ends of the lemon silk tie hanging around his partner's neck. "Follow my hands, okay?"
"How would I do that, Stan? You're tying it on me, remember?"
Switek dropped the ends of the tie. "Good point. We need a mirror. Let's use the one in the other room." Larry followed his partner to the bedroom, hands in his pockets, head down. "I don't even really need a tie. This is my best shirt."
Stan stopped and regarded Zito critically. White huaraches, fresh out of the dryer (he'd already apologized to one set of neighbors in their complex), white linen pants, immaculately pressed, and a tropical print button-up shirt that was bright yellow in all the places it wasn't gray, or blue, or brown. Or a Hawaiian girl with a pig.
"Lar? It's a wedding, okay? It would be a nice gesture. Just get it over with, and besides, eventually you may, at some future point, need to know this." Larry sighed and stood in front of the mirror, legs apart, hands clasped in front of him. "Okay go."
Stan stood facing him, and took up the ends of the tie again. "Wide end around the thin end twice." His hands moved deftly. "Back through the V," Stan continued. Zito frowned and shrugged his shoulders a couple times. "Stay with me, Lar', we're almost there." He stepped forward and his fingers followed the path of the tie along Zito's neck, straightening the collar as he went. "Wide end through the loop...and tighten." Zito coughed and pursed his lips above his beard. Switek smirked and finished straightening the knot.
"There!" Stan finished and stood back, and they both stared at the mirror. Dead silence. Larry turned and looked at his partner questioningly. Switek shook his head. "What the hell, ditch it for the reception. Okay, let's get this over with." Zito nodded and followed him out of the room, hands in his pockets.