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priscaTitle: The Club Night
Character: Davis Rose, Patrick Brewer
Word Count: 306
Prompt: black
Finished: 02.02.2022
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„Oh God, oh, God, oh God.“ David dropped down on his bed, covering his face with both hands.
Patrick watched him, slightly amused. „Anything wrong?“
„Everything. I can't decide what to wear tonight.“
„Well, it's not a gala dinner, only a small club in Brantford. I guess black jeans and a fitting pullover will do it. Maybe the one with the silver emblem.“
Looking shocked, David shook his head. „No! I did wear it the last time I was in a club. Someone might notice this. Think, I am broke.“
Patrick couldn't hide his amused smile. „This is how long ago? Two years?“
„Two years, four months, and five days. Right before we had to move here. I used to visit exclusive clubs every weekend and...“
„You always were the king of the club,“ Patrick ended the sentence. „No need to worry, I am sure you still will be. No matter what you are wearing.“
David was not convinced; he kneaded the pullover in his hands, sighing deeply. „Maybe we will better stay here.“
„Why not? Another weekend, spent with Alexis and your parents; and maybe even Roland will join us for a beer or two.“ Patrick bent forward to place a kiss on David's lips. „Or perhaps we could do a bit of shopping this afternoon.“
„Shopping? In Schitt's Creek?“
„Well, it's not Gucci or Dolce & Gabbana, but I promise you will feel like a new guy afterward. Ready for the adventure?“
David eyed his lover thoughtfully; the bright jeans, the light blue shirt. Yes, he looked good in this, but... „Nothing blue,“ he said. „Or green. Or...“ He shuddered visibly. „...red. I am not a clown.“
Patrick laughed. „Of course not. A plain, black shirt with a touch of white will look perfect on you.“
Character: Davis Rose, Patrick Brewer
Word Count: 306
Prompt: black
Finished: 02.02.2022
:::
„Oh God, oh, God, oh God.“ David dropped down on his bed, covering his face with both hands.
Patrick watched him, slightly amused. „Anything wrong?“
„Everything. I can't decide what to wear tonight.“
„Well, it's not a gala dinner, only a small club in Brantford. I guess black jeans and a fitting pullover will do it. Maybe the one with the silver emblem.“
Looking shocked, David shook his head. „No! I did wear it the last time I was in a club. Someone might notice this. Think, I am broke.“
Patrick couldn't hide his amused smile. „This is how long ago? Two years?“
„Two years, four months, and five days. Right before we had to move here. I used to visit exclusive clubs every weekend and...“
„You always were the king of the club,“ Patrick ended the sentence. „No need to worry, I am sure you still will be. No matter what you are wearing.“
David was not convinced; he kneaded the pullover in his hands, sighing deeply. „Maybe we will better stay here.“
„Why not? Another weekend, spent with Alexis and your parents; and maybe even Roland will join us for a beer or two.“ Patrick bent forward to place a kiss on David's lips. „Or perhaps we could do a bit of shopping this afternoon.“
„Shopping? In Schitt's Creek?“
„Well, it's not Gucci or Dolce & Gabbana, but I promise you will feel like a new guy afterward. Ready for the adventure?“
David eyed his lover thoughtfully; the bright jeans, the light blue shirt. Yes, he looked good in this, but... „Nothing blue,“ he said. „Or green. Or...“ He shuddered visibly. „...red. I am not a clown.“
Patrick laughed. „Of course not. A plain, black shirt with a touch of white will look perfect on you.“