Impractical Assistant

Chapter 10: The Woman in the Red Dress

Only a party this big would force Joe to wear a suit, Murray thought to himself with a smirk as he got out of the car. He brushed his shoulders off carefully, glancing in the darkened glass of the building as his three best friends spilled out of the car and onto the sidewalk. At least we can clean up well every once and a while. His blue shirt was offset by the jet black three-piece suit and signature bowtie that he adjusted in the mirror before looking over to his friends. Q was the first to be upright, adjusting his jelled hair by running his hands over it. He had gone for an identical look, but instead of bowtie, he stuck with a regular tie that flapped loosely in the air. 

Sal had decided to be the odd one out; not that Murray was necessarily thought that was a bad thing. Sal's grey suit was striking against the rest of their ensembles, although his blue shirt brought his in tandem alongside the rest of them. He also had found a pair of dark blue Converse that matched perfectly, how Murray had no idea. But by this point in their friendship, he had learned better than to question Sal and his shoes. Joe was the last one out of the vehicle, sulking behind the rest. He had apologized for his behavior earlier, but was still in a foul mood towards Q. It definitely showed, as Joe shifted his eyes over to Q, yanking at the blue tie strung around his neck.

"You ready?" Murray asked, adjusting the silver cuff links on his wrists.

"Let's just get this over with so that I can get out of this stupid suit," Joe grumbled, brushing by him towards the entrance way. A large, burly man stood by the doorway, flanked by several other tough looking men, looked the group over and then down to the clipboard in his hands.

"Names?"

"The Tenderloins from Impractical Jokers" Joe said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Joe Gatto, Brian Quinn, James Murray, Sal Vulcano." The man flipped the paper and marked some things on the paper before looking up at Sal.

"You go by another name Mr. Vulcano?" Sal blinked in surprise. "Ms. Alexander has a different name down for you."

"Salvatore," Sal said with a smile, blush running up his neck.

"Y'all are good," the man nodded, stepping aside for the group to enter. The entry way to the convention center was roped off so that no one could wander away from where the main action was happening in the main ballroom. They followed the path that was laid out for them, inspecting the pictures and displays of the different shows on TruTV that were placed everywhere. The four stopped in front of the Impractical Jokers station, inspecting the display. The professional photographs of their latest season were on display behind different props that they had used as well as hand drawn diagrams and notes that they had all taken. They spoke together for a moment before a voice behind them caused them to turn.

"Probably our most popular display tonight." David said before shaking hands with the quartet. "I'm very glad that you all were able to make it out for tonight. You've drawn quite a crowd tonight."

"Well thank you for having us, sir," Murray nodded. "We're very glad to be here."

"Are you sure I can't convince you to come out to LA for next week?"

"West Coast isn't really our speed," Sal said, shaking his head.

"What if I tell you that I could convince you to come to LA for the season premier party before the night is up?"

"I'd say that as a betting man, your odds do not look good," Q chuckled as he ran his hand over his head.

"I'll take that bet," David held out his hand to Q after a moment of thought. Q's eyebrows arched and he looked back to his friends. Sal shrugged as Joe rolled his eyes.