2019-10-22 - Wolf in Not-so Cheap Clothing

It's a dark and chilly day in Seattle, just past noon, when the Boy's Club leave a bistro where they had lunch to start on finding Joey Kelly the perfect suits for his most recent endeavor. When told that Kelly was in need of suit, Byron was skeptical at first. I mean, it was a Fight Club! But after further explanation, he's a man who fully understands the importance of dressing the part, especially if you want your endeavor to succeed. This wasn't some low-rent grimy basement where they would be gathered at-- well, it kind of was. Which is why, to appease the masses who have their pockets lined with Benjamins, Joey would need to put on a good face. He already was charismatic in that Joey Kelly way, but to make people believe money is to be made that night, Kelly needed to look like money.

Yes, Byron packed a suit for this vacation. Probably a couple. He's wearing a light suit jacket with tanned pants and a black dress shirt beneath. Due to the brisk autumn winds, he has a long heavy coat thrown over the ensemble and a pair of black leather gloves on his hands. "This is The Cascades. They sell everything from Hugo Boss, Burberry, you name it. I tend to send my suits here for repair when necessary." He's in a light-hearted mood, though he'd probably told the guys earlier how his Wraith was wrecked just the night before he arrived in Seattle by a mechanical minotaur. So yeah, no fancy Rolls for him while on vacay.

It's good that Byron lends them some credibility, because if Poe tried to wander into a place like this by himself he might find himself escorted out. Not that he is necessarily trouble (though, he is) but just doesn't quite fit in somewhere like this. He'd figured Joey needed a suit and was happy to be part of the adventure to make sure he ended up with one. But, Poe certainly didn't need one. That would be a cold day in hell.

Instead it's just a cool day in Seattle, and he wears close fitting black jeans and a deep red button down top with a collar. He kept several of the buttons at his neck unclasped, but it's really about as nicely as he ever dresses. He even left the hoodie at home and wore a light Nike jacket instead. Still doesn't fit in at the suit shop.

Joey really never said he was any sort of upstanding anything, let the record show! Now whose fault this was (be it Byron or Poe) he doesn't remember. Oh wait it was Poe's fault which is why he listened. Whatever it was that was said got him sitting and thinking a long long time about the 'family business'. How he also got roped into babysitting he could not even begin to tell anyone. Looking to Poe he murmurs, "This is a long ways away from bein a Tracksuit Dracula, man."

He holds the door and promises the tater tot, "C'mon, I promise you this'll be competativly dull for you short stack, but if you're good we'll get you somethin cool from not-here. Deal?" The door stays held open with the toe of his boot a moment longer before the sunglasses to up onto his head. "Sooo what we gotta do to look like the damned Kingsmen?"

Lilith is dressed to match Byron, regardless of it just being a shopping trip. It's an upscale shopping trip and she knows there's other clothing stores with designer window dressings on the way there and back for her to wander into. And while she'd certainly like to stick it to a shop girl in a Pretty Woman moment on principle, today, despite coming straight out of Gray Harbor's trailer park and working in pawn and loan, which is hardly fancy... she's a lovely dressy chic.

It's not overblown as if they're going out or anything, but she has on a fit and flare pleat skirt in sunset haze color coupled with a white lace shell camisole and long black wrap sweater for the weather, hair twisted partially up with curls falling down and full cosmetics. Accented with a black belt and chic point-toe heels, her jewelry is vintage gold and moonstone schemed and a rare form of beautiful, possibly a borrow from the jewelry case or just part of what she's collected from the stock that she likes. They're definitely genuine antiques, though, on close inspection, lending a unique air to her pretty flash of accessories.

The shop doesn't have anything for her, of course, she could easily let this be a boy's day and shop herself nearby or go hang at the hotel spa. But missing a Kelly brother getting fitted for a tailored suit in a prime shop mid-city? No way. She intends to lounge on a chair or couch and watch them all try things on to thumbs up or down. That and... even though she seems in a high-flying mood just from her posture and the sashay of upbeat quickness in her heeled steps, she doesn't feel like wandering off alone and too far from Byron.

She had thirteen missed calls from an Unknown number when they woke up and she suspects she knows why.

"Silvio, these are the friends I told you about." Byron calls out to an older gentleman, most likely the tailor and owner of this fine (and expensive) establishment. Obviously, Thorne walks into the place with this well-practiced swagger. He's confident. He fits in. This was his jam, man. One of the other men, a younger Italian, in a dark suit, moves to take Byron's coat and the coat or jacket of anyone else, unless they are chased off.

This Silvio is around 60, balding white head of hair. Thin framed eye-glasses and just a small touch of ponch to his stomach, something that is well hidden beneath his own well-tailored suit. "Thorne, welcome back. We have the three jackets ready, the ones you sent in for repair." He then sizes both Poe and Joey up with the most scrutinizing tailor's eyes. He's sure they are the scum of the earth! Or he could be visually taking in their measurements. With him catering to Byron's suits... he doesn't seem to ask very many questions. None seriously.

"What is the occasion, my friends?" He asks the group, "One of you getting married?" He smiles that stiff upper lip uncle type of smile. "A reunion and you want to look sharp."

That's when Byron interjects, "How about ring announcer for a fancy pay-per-view event. Something... sharp rather than generic." He turns to the others with this smile. He even flashes one over to the tot, "Just you wait," He says to probably Joey, "She'll leave Seattle with a taste for the finer things in life." Letting the tailor sorts, help figure things out, he'll stand with the women to play voyeur for now.

"Come, come then." Silvio says with a gesture to one of the racks, his bespectacled eyes looking at both men again, "We talking something? In black? Charcoal? Slate?" Those tend to be Byron's favorite colors... except for today.

"Don't they have suits that fit well to all of those occasions? Seriously, for the price of them you'd want something that can be a bit flexible. I can both celebrate and mourn in the same threads and I don't think I'm going to offend anyone." Poe remarks, doing a slow turn around the shop now that they're fully inside, eyes shifting between Byron and Silvio while they discuss the particular. Poe should likely just keep his mouth closed on all matters and drift into the shadows, but he has never been much good at keeping his mouth closed.

Instead he's making a funny face in Jesse's direction and then shuffling over near the child, squatting down to be closer to her height and giving a conspiratorial stage whisper. "You've got it good, kid. You're getting a treat if you make it through this mess. You thinking candy? I'm thinking candy. Joey is likely good for candy and ice cream if you give him those eyes."

Joey turns to Poe and murmurs, "Eh the cheaper suit for the funeral. It's focusing on the dead, man. It ain't a god damned fashion show."

It's Jessie that pipes up tugging on Joey's pantleg asking, "Do you wear the nice suit to the wedding so he or she don't change their mind?"

Joey slowly looks at the kiddo and both eyes go up, "Babygirl if anyone says they don't like you no more run off I'm a drag em back my self to apologize. " This gets one hard nod from the kid. "Sides you are forever 5 and you don't need to marry no one."

This earns him a grin and an eyeroll before she's consulting Poe holding up a hand for a high five, "Yeah! You hittem high, I'll hittem low. They have the make your own ice cream here?" Because Coldtone's spoiled her.

Looking to the suit specialist he plants his feet shoulder width apart like he's going to extort the guy but says, "I started my own business. It did real well and now there's this investor meeting thing. They're athlete types so something a lil business and a lil rock n roll." Looking to Lilith he asks, "can you locate food for after this? Poe's settin me up to get called out by someone half my height and half my hit points here."

Lilith wasn't quite expecting a child and she looks at the girl like she's a foreign entity or something. She may be a woman, but she's not ever around kids, so she's not immediate or even visibly keen on going straight over to call it cute or make delightfully charming let's-be-ladypals for the day introductions. Instead, she smiles a little while listening to Byron give the shop man the details and stride in like it's a home environs for him and then tilts her head a bit, eyes contemplative for a few heartbeats. It's such a far cry from the way they grew up, shopping like this, but then, Byron was always going to be made for a suit. And that's a trait so inherent now with him as an adult, he's sharing the wealth with it, quite literally, it seems. There's a vaguely fond cast to her features before she goes back to inspecting the child.

Then she reaches in her handbag, and though she probably shouldn't be giving sticky candy to a five year old in a designer suit shop in the city, well. That's kind of what happens. She pulls out a strawberry-watermelon striped stick candy in plastic wrapper to peel back after she hears Poe talking about candy and steps forward to hand it over like some kind of peace and occupying offering to the little girl, making advising, "No, you scare the hell out of them so they're too afraid to change their mind." Great advice for children. But hell, it's a Kelly, c'mon. Might be pertinent advice, one day.

Then she's back to business, nodding easily to Joey and whipping out her phone to sit down with, "Sure, sure. Just about anything here, though, are you guys in the mood for anything in particular?"

"You would think." Silvio says in response to Poe's comment with a laugh, he then looks to Joey, "Wise man, this one. Though I always say to wear a suit to a funeral that you'd want to be buried in. Then you don't have to buy a new one, eh?" Another look is given Joey, "You want dark? Or a splash of color. Rock n Roll, you know." The old man says, "Mind, the color doesn't need to come from the suit jacket alone. Just the dress shirt beneath can be any color you want." He goes on, "Starting your own company? Very good. I wish you luck and hope for it's success."

He then gestures to several of his employees, several of them brandishing tape measures. "First we take your measurements, then we show you the suits."

Oh Poe's not getting out of this unscathed. Byron considers, "You know what? I'm feeling a little generous today, "Why not get everyone fitted for a suit. One a piece." Though he'll most likely cover a few for Joey's business venture, less Kelly has funds of his own. He then looks over at both Lilith and Jessie, "And I mean everyone." Lowering himself into a crouch right next to the little girl, Thorne smiles brightly just as Lilith is handing out stolen candy to the kid, "You're gonna be the best dressed 5 year old" He knows she's still 4. "in all of Seattle, Kiddo." Jesse's gonna be quite the little mobster.

Poe looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights - looking toward Jesse briefly as though the five year old can somehow save him from this fate.

"I'm not sure I really need - like, when would I even wear it? Unless Joey is going to change the dress code at the gym it's going to collect dust. Don't go to a lot of funerals and hoping that not too many people I like end up dead sometime soon. Just not the kind of thing I like to prepare for, yeah?" He stands back up to his full height. Not really any where to run.