Kurt, Bobby, and Tommy - Party Prep
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ax_mainKurt sees what Bobby's planning to wear and stages an intervention. Tommy helps.
“I don't see what's wrong with it. I mean, it's a party, right? This is festive." Bobby looked down at the Nintendo tee and flowered shorts he was wearing, then back up at Kurt. Give his roommate's apparent skepticism, Bobby grimaced. "Isn't it?”
Kurt wasn't just skeptic; he was flat-out horrified. “It is certainly something,” he replied.
"Well, what're you wearing?" Honestly, if this wasn't something to wear to an outdoor party, Bobby had no idea what was.
Kurt went over to his closet and took out the t-shirt and jacket he planned on wearing as part of his outfit. “This with jeans.” He hung the shirt from the door handle. “This is your first event as a couple with Kitty. Do you really want it to be in that? Do not get me wrong—You look good in it. But, it is not the best choice.”
Bobby sighed. "Okay, so, what do you wear for an actual date that you know you're going on?" He'd worn jeans and a tee to the disastrous movie date with Judy, but that was a movie. And a disaster. He wasn't sure he wanted to risk another.
Kurt really couldn’t say. He had never been on a date, but he had seen movies and that was better than nothing. …Right? “For starters? Lose the shorts. Jeans are fine, but not the shorts. You are not going on a date with Captain Geech and the Shrimp Shack Shooters.”
Ugh; what was taking them so long? (even keeping in mind that snails were snails, the lack of people coming out of Kurt and Bobby's room was making Tommy distinctly crazy.) He headed on in, not bothering to knock, and flopped easily in Bobby's desk chair as the door closed behind him. "Come on," Tommy groaned at Bobby, apparently still in some godforsaken excuse for ... pajamas? Whatever. "You're not even dressed yet?"
"I was dressed," Bobby protested, somehow unsurprised that Tommy'd just shown up in their room. It wasn't the first time, and he doubted it'd be the last. "Kurt informs me I'm not dressed right, so it's now a work in progress." He stripped off his shorts and went over to grab a pair of jeans out of his dresser. "Okay, jeans. Is the shirt okay?" He was guessing not, based on what Kurt had shown him and Tommy was wearing, but it was worth a shot.
Kurt gave a small shrug. “I have not gotten dressed yet, because I was helping Bobby.” He considered Bobby’s shirt, which, at least, wasn’t terrible, and then shook his head. “Sorry, no. What else do you have in your closet?”
"Since you're basically just trying to impress Kitty," Tommy weighed in, "vintage video game shit's not a bad call. At least you've got a target audience. But you want actually old, not just 'I lost this in my closet in seventh grade.'"
"Hey, I got it last year, not seventh grade," Bobby protested. He frowned. "I don't think I have anything vintage." He walked over to look in his dresser. "Does something that looks like an old PacMan shirt count?"
Kurt considered it for a moment, then went over to his closet. If Bobby wanted vintage, Kurt had vintage; Everything he owned was from the thrift store. He took out a charcoal t-shirt first, then a black blazer. He brought them both over and offered them out to Bobby. “If you want to impress Kitty with vintage nerd, then try this.” The t-shirt was Star Wars, the iconic image from the original poster faded and cracked.
Tommy nodded in approval. "That's what I'm talking about. New shirts for cool things are fine, but look try-hard. Shirts for things that were cool three years ago, don't even bother. But once you're past the ten-year nostalgia gap, things become awesome again. It's science."
"So basically, never throw anything out, because in ten years it'll be cool. Got it." With a smile of thanks for Kurt, Bobby traded his Nintendo shirt for the Star Wars one. "Do I have to wear the jacket?" he asked, eyeing it skeptically. "Because I'm going to pass out from heat stroke in that. Or freeze Kitty trying to not.”
“You could wear it and take it off when you get too warm?” Kurt suggested.
"He's a popsicle. He's more likely to leave puddles," Tommy pointed out helpfully.
"He's not wrong," Bobby admitted. On the other hand, the jacket would look decent, he guessed. And he could always take it off once they got there. Sighing, he went over and picked it up.
“Wunderbar! And now that you are ready, I will get dressed myself.” Kurt stripped off his shirt and grabbed the one he’d picked out for the party off its hanger to quickly start changing.
"I can guess Bobby's plans for the evening," Tommy grinned, but not without affection packed in alongside the teasing. "How about you, Blue?”
Kurt had finished putting on his shirt and was in the process of shimmying out of his pants. He flashed a grin. “To have fun, of course!” He tugged his jeans on, tail fitting neatly through the little hole in the back, and buttoned them up.
"And just what kind of fun are you planning on having, hmmm?" Bobby looked up from tying his shoes to grin.
“Dancing, of course.” Kurt grinned at his two friends. “Hopefully with someone cute.” He grabbed his brush off his bureau to quickly run it through his hair.
Tommy grinned, spinning the chair around and catching himself before he flew off backwards. "Anyone in mind, or are you gonna swipe right on everyone and see what sticks?"
“I do not know what that means,” Kurt replied. “What am I swiping?”
"Don't look at me." Bobby shrugged and grinned. "Maybe it's some dance they only do in New Jersey?”
"Why do I even bother hanging out with you two? " Tommy laughed, shaking his head. "It's like modern culture died somewhere around 1980. Tinder? Dating apps? They're for over-18s, but it's not like it's an obscure reference.”
Kurt knew what apps were! The cellphone the school had given him had those. “So, why are we swiping right?”
"Because Tommy has a lot better luck with girls who've never actually met him," Bobby volunteered with a smirk.
"You keep thinking that if it keeps your ego intact," Tommy drawled easily. "I'd say more, but a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."
“A gentleman doesn’t imply that there is anything for a gentleman to not kiss and tell about,” Kurt quipped.
"Especially when the gentleman in question really doesn't have anything to kiss and tell about, and is just trying to put one over on his friends," Bobby contributed.
Tommy shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back in the chair. "Believe what you like, if it makes you feel better. All I'll say is that juvenile detention facilities are overcrowded, most of the night staff are hopeless burnout cases, and evening lockdown doesn't mean much when you can pick locks. You've gotta kill time somehow."
Kurt pulled a look of complete innocent. “We are only implying you are not a gentleman.”
"Well, you were implying that," Bobby said, grinning over at Kurt. "I was implying that he was full of it. And you'll note that everything he's implying apparently took place before he was here. I'm not sure that counts, anyway."
Tommy snorted. "You're raising the bar now? I didn't realize there were time limits on virginity."
Bobby's jaw dropped. "Okay. The bar has officially been raised."
Tommy rolled his eyes. "Are you ready yet? Time's wasting."
“Always so impatient,” Kurt teased. “Yes, I am ready.”
"I'm ready too." Bobby got up and grinned. "See you guys there, though. I have to go pick up Kitty."
Tommy was on his feet before Bobby stopped talking, a quick glance in the mirror proving everything was still the way it was when he'd left his own room. Not that he was necessarily expecting anything -- as far as he could tell, Illyana still wasn't talking to him, and he wasn't about to go poke that hornet's nest -- but you never knew what kind of thing could happen. "Aww," he teased Bobby, because that was what friends were for. "Remember to have her home by curfew."
Kurt gave Tommy a playful shove. “Have fun, Bobby! See you at the party!”
"You too. See if you can keep this guy," he gestured towards Tommy, "out of trouble? It's a big job, but someone has to do it." He smirked, then headed out the door.
“I don't see what's wrong with it. I mean, it's a party, right? This is festive." Bobby looked down at the Nintendo tee and flowered shorts he was wearing, then back up at Kurt. Give his roommate's apparent skepticism, Bobby grimaced. "Isn't it?”
Kurt wasn't just skeptic; he was flat-out horrified. “It is certainly something,” he replied.
"Well, what're you wearing?" Honestly, if this wasn't something to wear to an outdoor party, Bobby had no idea what was.
Kurt went over to his closet and took out the t-shirt and jacket he planned on wearing as part of his outfit. “This with jeans.” He hung the shirt from the door handle. “This is your first event as a couple with Kitty. Do you really want it to be in that? Do not get me wrong—You look good in it. But, it is not the best choice.”
Bobby sighed. "Okay, so, what do you wear for an actual date that you know you're going on?" He'd worn jeans and a tee to the disastrous movie date with Judy, but that was a movie. And a disaster. He wasn't sure he wanted to risk another.
Kurt really couldn’t say. He had never been on a date, but he had seen movies and that was better than nothing. …Right? “For starters? Lose the shorts. Jeans are fine, but not the shorts. You are not going on a date with Captain Geech and the Shrimp Shack Shooters.”
Ugh; what was taking them so long? (even keeping in mind that snails were snails, the lack of people coming out of Kurt and Bobby's room was making Tommy distinctly crazy.) He headed on in, not bothering to knock, and flopped easily in Bobby's desk chair as the door closed behind him. "Come on," Tommy groaned at Bobby, apparently still in some godforsaken excuse for ... pajamas? Whatever. "You're not even dressed yet?"
"I was dressed," Bobby protested, somehow unsurprised that Tommy'd just shown up in their room. It wasn't the first time, and he doubted it'd be the last. "Kurt informs me I'm not dressed right, so it's now a work in progress." He stripped off his shorts and went over to grab a pair of jeans out of his dresser. "Okay, jeans. Is the shirt okay?" He was guessing not, based on what Kurt had shown him and Tommy was wearing, but it was worth a shot.
Kurt gave a small shrug. “I have not gotten dressed yet, because I was helping Bobby.” He considered Bobby’s shirt, which, at least, wasn’t terrible, and then shook his head. “Sorry, no. What else do you have in your closet?”
"Since you're basically just trying to impress Kitty," Tommy weighed in, "vintage video game shit's not a bad call. At least you've got a target audience. But you want actually old, not just 'I lost this in my closet in seventh grade.'"
"Hey, I got it last year, not seventh grade," Bobby protested. He frowned. "I don't think I have anything vintage." He walked over to look in his dresser. "Does something that looks like an old PacMan shirt count?"
Kurt considered it for a moment, then went over to his closet. If Bobby wanted vintage, Kurt had vintage; Everything he owned was from the thrift store. He took out a charcoal t-shirt first, then a black blazer. He brought them both over and offered them out to Bobby. “If you want to impress Kitty with vintage nerd, then try this.” The t-shirt was Star Wars, the iconic image from the original poster faded and cracked.
Tommy nodded in approval. "That's what I'm talking about. New shirts for cool things are fine, but look try-hard. Shirts for things that were cool three years ago, don't even bother. But once you're past the ten-year nostalgia gap, things become awesome again. It's science."
"So basically, never throw anything out, because in ten years it'll be cool. Got it." With a smile of thanks for Kurt, Bobby traded his Nintendo shirt for the Star Wars one. "Do I have to wear the jacket?" he asked, eyeing it skeptically. "Because I'm going to pass out from heat stroke in that. Or freeze Kitty trying to not.”
“You could wear it and take it off when you get too warm?” Kurt suggested.
"He's a popsicle. He's more likely to leave puddles," Tommy pointed out helpfully.
"He's not wrong," Bobby admitted. On the other hand, the jacket would look decent, he guessed. And he could always take it off once they got there. Sighing, he went over and picked it up.
“Wunderbar! And now that you are ready, I will get dressed myself.” Kurt stripped off his shirt and grabbed the one he’d picked out for the party off its hanger to quickly start changing.
"I can guess Bobby's plans for the evening," Tommy grinned, but not without affection packed in alongside the teasing. "How about you, Blue?”
Kurt had finished putting on his shirt and was in the process of shimmying out of his pants. He flashed a grin. “To have fun, of course!” He tugged his jeans on, tail fitting neatly through the little hole in the back, and buttoned them up.
"And just what kind of fun are you planning on having, hmmm?" Bobby looked up from tying his shoes to grin.
“Dancing, of course.” Kurt grinned at his two friends. “Hopefully with someone cute.” He grabbed his brush off his bureau to quickly run it through his hair.
Tommy grinned, spinning the chair around and catching himself before he flew off backwards. "Anyone in mind, or are you gonna swipe right on everyone and see what sticks?"
“I do not know what that means,” Kurt replied. “What am I swiping?”
"Don't look at me." Bobby shrugged and grinned. "Maybe it's some dance they only do in New Jersey?”
"Why do I even bother hanging out with you two? " Tommy laughed, shaking his head. "It's like modern culture died somewhere around 1980. Tinder? Dating apps? They're for over-18s, but it's not like it's an obscure reference.”
Kurt knew what apps were! The cellphone the school had given him had those. “So, why are we swiping right?”
"Because Tommy has a lot better luck with girls who've never actually met him," Bobby volunteered with a smirk.
"You keep thinking that if it keeps your ego intact," Tommy drawled easily. "I'd say more, but a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."
“A gentleman doesn’t imply that there is anything for a gentleman to not kiss and tell about,” Kurt quipped.
"Especially when the gentleman in question really doesn't have anything to kiss and tell about, and is just trying to put one over on his friends," Bobby contributed.
Tommy shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back in the chair. "Believe what you like, if it makes you feel better. All I'll say is that juvenile detention facilities are overcrowded, most of the night staff are hopeless burnout cases, and evening lockdown doesn't mean much when you can pick locks. You've gotta kill time somehow."
Kurt pulled a look of complete innocent. “We are only implying you are not a gentleman.”
"Well, you were implying that," Bobby said, grinning over at Kurt. "I was implying that he was full of it. And you'll note that everything he's implying apparently took place before he was here. I'm not sure that counts, anyway."
Tommy snorted. "You're raising the bar now? I didn't realize there were time limits on virginity."
Bobby's jaw dropped. "Okay. The bar has officially been raised."
Tommy rolled his eyes. "Are you ready yet? Time's wasting."
“Always so impatient,” Kurt teased. “Yes, I am ready.”
"I'm ready too." Bobby got up and grinned. "See you guys there, though. I have to go pick up Kitty."
Tommy was on his feet before Bobby stopped talking, a quick glance in the mirror proving everything was still the way it was when he'd left his own room. Not that he was necessarily expecting anything -- as far as he could tell, Illyana still wasn't talking to him, and he wasn't about to go poke that hornet's nest -- but you never knew what kind of thing could happen. "Aww," he teased Bobby, because that was what friends were for. "Remember to have her home by curfew."
Kurt gave Tommy a playful shove. “Have fun, Bobby! See you at the party!”
"You too. See if you can keep this guy," he gestured towards Tommy, "out of trouble? It's a big job, but someone has to do it." He smirked, then headed out the door.
