{Dirk's POV}
I sit on my couch looking through all the channels on our crapy satalite TV that I for a low price for helping a friend out. "FUCKING SHIT! BRO!" I hear Dave calling my name, I flash step towards the stairs and walk up the rest of the way. I stand at the door of his room and ask, "What's up Lil man, what's got your panties in a bunch?" My broad arms crossed on my chest I await his response. His black avatars no longer over his bright red eyes but, instead they lay, throw most likely, upon his bed. "I'd tottaly fucking forgoton that I had invited Egderp for a movie marathon that I now won't be able to enjoy because I have a DJ interview today. Ughhhhh shit!" He places the palms of his hands against his eyes in frustration, he begins to pace the floor while I just stand here and wait for him to cool down. I heard a small 'ping' come from his laptop. He walks over to it and checks the message. "Well, I can't call it off now." I arch my brow and ask, "Why the hell not?" He turns to look at me like I was supposed to read his mind or some shit and tells me, "Because he just messaged me saying that he was on his way, he'll be here in about an hour. I'll be long gone by then, what the hell am i supposed to do?" I lean against the door frame and put my hand up to my chin and start to think of a plan. I smirk when I finally have one in mind, god knows if it will work but hell what do I care. "How about you go to your interview and I'll stay here with the nerd and keep him company till you get back, sound like a plan lil man?" I could tell that he did not trust me being alone with his nerd friend but I honestly don't give a fuck the kid is funny and weird as hell. I dig that. He eyed me suspiciously and sighed knowing that he could not refuse my offer. "Fine, but I swear if he is not the same nerdy inoscent bro that I know better than the back of my hand I will kill you during our next strife. No mercy this time bro shit just got serious." He got up from his seated position in his computer chair and walked over to his closet. "What you goin' there lil man?" He didn't reply but instead just threw suits at me. "I need to dress nice for my interview dumb ass, so I need a suite to wear. Help me choose."
>Dave's POV<
I walk over to my closet and throw three of my favorite suits at my bro, he catches them and lays them on the bed one by one in a perfect order. The first tux is black with a white broken record printing on the chest pocket, some plain black dress pants and shoes. The next tux is a dark red with a black broken record along with a chest pocket, a pair of black dress shoes and red dress pants, the last tux and one of my personal favorites is a slime green tux with a black broken record printed on the chest, slime green shoes and pants. The black and green tuxes both come with black dress shirts while the black tux has a white one. "So what do you think?"
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