The evening approached quite quickly once Bradley and I parted ways at Baristas. We agreed to meet up there tonight and drive to Scott's together because according to Bradley, we'd look like losers if we showed up alone. I didn't care either way, however, I was quite pleased to see he was so eager to be around me. It gave my chest a warm feeling I haven't felt in a long time.
I looked in the mirror, flattened my polo shirt, fixed my jacket, tugged at my pants and tied my boots. I looked decent, and at least somewhat presentable. I wasn't to look fancy, was I? According to our director, he said it was a get-together, and the get-togethers I've been to in the past haven't been too special. Only just a group of people sitting in a circle with glasses of champagne, wine or beer in their hands as they chatted wholeheartedly.
I knew what to expect.
At least that's what I hoped.
When I arrived at Baristas once again, I hopped out of my Silverado and trotted across the street to transfer myself into Bradley's car. The sun had been shining, and the storm from earlier had passed. When I got settled into the passengers seat of his surprisingly nice Jeep Grand Cherokee, he propped his elbow against the head of my seat and stared at me with an amused expression on his face. "What?" I asked, beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable under his non-faltering stare upon me.
"Nothing, I just assumed you'd dress a bit more appropriately for this instead of looking like you just came out of hiding."
I rolled my eyes and looked away. "I didn't know what to wear. I usually wear these types of clothes to these types of things." Bradley snorted in response and started up the car, turning the key in the ignition. The car vibrated and purred to life, and he pulled out of his parking spot alongside the road and sped off.
"Something a bit more formal and a lot less casual." He smirked, and looked at me for a quick moment before turning his attention back onto the road before him. "Now you've gotten me all nervous. I appreciate it, Bradley." A small pout washed over my features as I snuggled myself closer into my hoodie, hiding my face within it's fabrics.
Bradley laughed at that, and took a left on the road ahead. "I'm only messing around with you, Colin. I'm sure you'll be fine. Nobody will care."
At least that made me feel a little bit better. I'd hate being the only one not wearing formal clothing thinking it was a normal get-together.
"You're not good at these things, are you, Colin?" Bradley mused, smiling. I shook my head in response.
"Never have been. I'm a damn good actor, though. I know that for a fact."
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AN; i'm on a roll my fellow merthur/brolin lovas~
-lily
-1/08/19
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