never half-ass two things. whole ass one-thing.
"Honestly mate, who comes to a brothel and asks to have clothes?" James wonders with a resigned sigh. "But yeah, I'm sure I can find y'somethin'."
Looking Milo up and down, James gives him a haughty look. "Clearly I am a man of impeccible taste and style. This—" He gestures to Milo's soaking wet ensemble. "—belongs on the floor and kicked under a bed where it will never see the light of day again."
Pouring them each another shot, James sets down the bottle and disappears to one corner of the room, obviously rummaging through a chest of some sort. "Go on, strip. Quick as y'like." He calls over his shoulder, muttering to himself as he picks out a replacement outfit.
Looking Milo up and down, James gives him a haughty look. "Clearly I am a man of impeccible taste and style. This—" He gestures to Milo's soaking wet ensemble. "—belongs on the floor and kicked under a bed where it will never see the light of day again."
Pouring them each another shot, James sets down the bottle and disappears to one corner of the room, obviously rummaging through a chest of some sort. "Go on, strip. Quick as y'like." He calls over his shoulder, muttering to himself as he picks out a replacement outfit.
JAMES
