>I look over myself in my bedroom mirror again. Fancy clothes and Greene Mous don't mix. This dress shirt is pinching my wings, the tie is choking me and I think I'll tear these slacks if I pull a leg up more than a few inches. I sigh again.
>I'm not wearing this because I want to. It's for Janet. That and mom insisted. She's not wrong I don't look bad but I'm almost certain I'd prefer my jacket and some baggy jeans to this. The question is would Janet?
>I dunno. I really don't. Whatever. I do one last settling in an attempt to not lose a wing to the shirt. Good enough.
>I step out into the hallway to a waiting Amber. I already know where this is going. I get a pat on the back as she speaks.
>"Don't let mom pick next time." I huff at her.
>"Right. Thanks." I put a sour intonation into my words.
>Amber smiles and slides passed me, downstairs. I follow and try to creep out the front door.
>Dad catches me. He just looks me over and gives a thumbs up, calling as I open into the dark night.
>"Untuck your shirt."
>I step outside and look down. Why not?
>I follow his advice and not only do my wings get a breather I think I'm starting to get sold on the look. Punk, almost.
>It's a short walk over to Janet's place. Less than three blocks. I trot right on over and pull my phone out to let her know I'm almost there.
>I get a honk before I can send the text. I look up to see she's already in the van, pulled up next to me.
>I quickly pull the door open and hop in, buckling and glancing over to her.
>Damnit she's in just her normal clothes. I knew I overdressed.
>"Oh wow, look at you." And now she's noticed.
>I sigh but stifle it halfway as I notice her hand's found it's way into my personal space. She grabs onto the top of my tie and loosens it, so it's drooping.
>"There we go, looking sharp." I blink at her as she smirks. Oh.
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