Dan POV:
"How about this?" Kyle asks, holding up an oversized Hawaiian shirt over himself.
"Sexy." I reply, glancing back at a discounted denim jacket with a lot of old patches sewn on. My bookhouse boys patch would look spectacular on it.
"You barely even looked!" Kyle protests like a small child.
Without glancing back, I describe the shirt. "You mean the huge yellow Hawaiian shirt with palm trees all about?"
"I stand corrected." Kyle says as he throws the shirt back on a rack. "Let's check the 50% off section."
If any clothes should be 50% off, it should definitely be the ones Kyle is wearing at the moment. And preferably the other 50%.
"Look at these jackets!" Kyle shouts, flinging silver bombers off the hangers. I catch one midair, which is the most athletic thing I've done all month.
Kyle buries himself in a silver jacket with god knows what splattered on the sleeves. Pins decorate the entire jacket in the most bizarre places imaginable. Needless to say, Kyle in this jacket looks like Michael Jackson fucked a robot.
I try on another silver jacket to attempt to make Kyle look a bit less alienated. If anything, I just made us look like aluminum foil models.
"Excuse me!" Kyle shouts to a teenage girl. "Would you mind taking our picture?"
She hesitates but eventually agrees to sacrifice her dignity for the next ten minutes and takes the photo.
"You look hot." Kyle says blankly.
"Keyboardist, bassist, cat lover, freakshow and comedian?" I ask, making a point that I look dumb and like I'm trying to look cool.
Kyle replies by rolling his eyes.
We part our separate ways for a little bit. Kyle wanders around clothing, but I make my way to records. I browse in peace for no less than five minutes when Kyle runs up to me. The first thing I notice is purple.
"Do you like my crop top?" He asks eagerly. He's not doing it ironically, so I have to say yes.
"I'd hit that." I reply, shuffling through 90's alternative.
"Have you been possessed by a white american teenage boy?" Kyle asks me.
"No, but your Twitter has."
"Hey!" Kyle replies, nudging me violently.
"Abuse!" I shout.
"I'll stop, I'll stop!" Kyle shouts repeatedly, putting his hands up.
"Are you getting that?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Should I?" Kyle asks, hoping I don't object.
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't." I reply.
"Excellent."
