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CHARACTERS: Vasquez & Kimberly Hart
LOCATIONS: Crunches
WARNINGS: Sweaty cowboys? Embarrassment.
SUMMARY: It's time for Vasquez to meet some of Robbie's friends, though maybe in an unconventional way.

[ Vasquez probably should have known that going to a class at a gym would be a bad idea. For a man that smokes at least a pack of cigarettes a day, he keeps himself in decent shape, but this wanting to get to know some of Reyes' friends has come at a very high cost. He'd mentioned this Crunches and so Vasquez had come on a tour after work the one day to see what it was.

Honestly, he's not entirely sure he gets why a place like this needs to exist, but he'd bought a few classes and a few pieces of clothes to attend, not because he wants to be in shape, but because he's curious about this Kimberly who might have some good fashion advice to give him. Stupidly, of course, Vasquez decides that before he talks to her, he wants to see her teach and the best way to do that? Be in the class.

This is why, an hour later, he's panting and sweating, wishing that he'd ever listened to reason or some kind of voice in his head that told him this was a bad idea. Swiping a towel from nearby, he waits until the rest of the room clears, heading up to the front to greet his torturer. ]

You know, where I come from, you could scare whole towns of men by making them suffer the way you did to me.

[ It's joking and light, but given the struggle to get in breaths and the way he looks a little worn, it's not completely funny. ]

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Oh. ( he'd wanted to meet her? it's surprisingly sweet, and kimberly doesn't make any effort to hide the smile that curves across her face in response. ) You didn't have to ask me to take you shopping just to hang out, jeez.

( the cabbie takes direction, and once the car rolls into motion, she settles against the backseat to get a better look. his clothes are admittedly pretty dated — like, history museum dated — but they're simple, and it's not like he's unattractive. he should be pretty easy to dress. )

It shouldn't take very long. Plus, once we find you the right fit, you can always go get more later if you'd rather not get it all today.

Yes, but I do need the shopping.

[She seems like the best bet, too, because she's someone who's young, who's modern, and doesn't seem to care most about a car. If he's going to get decent clothes, he's going to get them from her. He's just vain enough to care about that, too.]

What I wear, in my time, it's very flashy and carefully put together. I wanted to make sure that I had someone who understood how to do that, but in the future. You were the recommendation.

( oh, buddy. young is an understatement. though, to be fair, maybe it's less of a concern how close to jailbait she may or may not be when it comes to clothing assistance. )

Oh, so that's an intentional look? Huh. ( it's not intended to be rude, really, just surprise in a soft exhale as she taps idly at the screen of her phone. it doesn't take long for her to pull up a few comparison options for him to review. )

Well. I guess it depends on what kind of style you want to go with, you know? There's, like, hobo chic — don't recommend that, by the way — or ultra preppie, or just kind of a casual vibe...

You've seen how people dress around here, haven't you? Do you like any of it?

[He gives her a wordless reply for her criticism of his fashion, because he knows that it's not exactly what everyone would appreciate, but he likes it, and that's what matters.]

I like to look flashy, but not too fancy. That's something for people who are more expensive than I am, ones that I'm never going to be.

[But what is this hobo chic you say? He's curious and narrows his eyes at him curiously.]

Tell me more about this hobo?

( a groan only half repressed, and kimberly pulls up a few more images. loose fitting jeans, draping silhouettes; she really doesn't get the appeal, but if that's what he wants... )

Homeless people. That's what a hobo is, it's a homeless person.

( why does he want to look like a homeless person? )

You don't have to be a billionaire to dress nice anymore. I mean, Forever 21 isn't the greatest, and it'll probably fall apart in six months, but you can get a cute dress for, like, twelve bucks there when they have a sale.

You said chic though, like it's a fashion?

[He doesn't really know what he's talking about and maybe there's a restrained smirk on his lips because he kind of enjoys prodding and poking at people and it's clearly her least favourite given the reaction.]

You think that I'm going to look good in a cute dress? I mean, I know I have good legs, but I think this is a little much for me.

Yeah. ( she's kind of impressed at that. ) Yeah, it's... a trend, I guess. I don't get it, honestly, but some people like it.

( and his quip about his legs earns more than just slight approval; kimberly laughs, a sound that's bright and cheerful and unrestrained as it echoes in the backseat, a perfect counter to the sharp squeal of the brakes as the driver pulls up to the curb outside the store that she's discovered serves as the cadellian equivalent of a macy's. )

Come on, then, hot legs. Let's get you in something good.

( if she's being totally truthful, he does have a good figure. he's too old for her — not that robbie wasn't, but that's an argument for another day — but it doesn't stop her from giving him an approving once-over as she gestures for him to follow her into the racks of men's clothing. )

Honestly? I mean, you don't have to really dress that differently. Just update it. Some dark jeans, probably, some button-down shirts, maybe a nice gray vest if you want to get dressy? Solid colors, probably, maybe some prints if you're feeling adventurous...

( like the mannequins nearby, to which she points out as exhibits a, b, and c. )

You know?

[He can't help his smug smirk when she laughs at the joke, always enjoying it when people seem to appreciate him for his humour. Cursing when he has to put a hand out to stop himself going into the front seat of the car, he stretches out of the car to unleash his lanky frame, peering at the store in front of them.]

I don't think those are hideous.

[That's a fairly complimentary thing to say, as far as Vasquez is concerned, glancing to the mannequins.]

Vests would be good, and some nice bold colours. This one, I like this one. [He says, pointing to the first one that she's pointed to, Mr. A Mannequin.]

The vest could work. ( it's a little dressier than she'd pick for everyday, if she was dressing him, but if it's what he likes? well, it's his clothes. as long as he's happy, that's all that matters, right? ) And colors are definitely a thing we can do.

( there's a whole rack of button-down shirts within reach, every color on the spectrum represented in some way. the obvious choices — blues, grays, greens, and reds; the manly varieties — are plucked out by experienced hands, while some of the other, less sure choices are held up for him to consider. )

I don't know how you feel about patterns.

( there are some with skulls, some with small flowers, cacti or animal heads; there are even silly ones, like rocket ships and bomb popsicles, if he looks hard enough. )

But I feel like you have to get the one with pizza on it.

[Vasquez has already started to drift through the clothing options that he sees, trying to see which ones he prefers and which one that he doesn't want at all. When she mentions patterns, he opens his mouth to agree he doesn't mind them.

Only, then he turns around.

And he sees it.]

No.

[It should be fairly easy to get that he's not going for that, not today or tomorrow or anytime soon.]

Patterns is like what's imprinted and woven into the back of my leather vest with artistry. This is just sad.

[He holds up the one with the pizza and gives her a shake of his head.] Is this really what people wear these days? You're lucky it's frowned upon to shoot them, because this would be very good target practice.

What, it's fun! ( hipsters, you know. that's the sort of people who wear button-down shirts with fun prints on them. but they always look so fun and hip, she can't even fault them for looking ridiculous. ) You do know what fun is, right?

( maybe that's not a thing they have in the wild west. maybe there are too many shootouts and saloon fights for people to have any fun. )

You don't have to be artsy and serious all the time. You can wear silly prints just because they're silly.

This isn't any kind of fun that I've ever run into before.

[Fun for him involves cards and liquor and jokes and games. It's riding and shooting the shit with people that you get along with, but it's not this.]

I think maybe in the future, everyone's heads are empty when it comes to what's actually a fun thing.

[He starts to run his fingers over the fabrics, picking through things and lifting ones that he likes] . No one said anything about artsy, I just don't want to look like a pendejo.

( kimberly does not speak spanish — at least, not in any capacity that one might mistake her for fluent — but she does date a man whose lineage rolls back to the mexican continent. at the very least, pendejo is a word she's heard before, and definitely not in any kind of positive context. )

It's not that bad... ( but, she'll admit, maybe it's not his style. she can appreciate that he doesn't seem to have any problem finding the things he does like, though. ) At least it's not boring.

( rise to the bait. you know you want to. )

Are you planning on getting every shade of red the store has to offer?

Boring means blending in, and I've learned that being able to blend in is a skill very worth having.

[He's not boring, he's the opposite. He'd been the one wearing flashy vest prints and tight, embellished pants. That's not boring, just because he knows what colours to wear that are safe.]

If they have more, I'll take more. Blacks, too. I know what makes me look good.

[He gives her a look, daring her to argue with that.]

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