You Had ONE Job

Three

"Nope," Izaya said, being sure to pop the P. "That doesn't look right on you either." Izaya placed a hand on his chin and stared intently at Shizuo. Something was off, yep, the purple shirt and the navy jeans just didn't look right him. Should he be wearing lighter colors? Or was Izaya just overthinking it? 

"This is the 10th store and the 50th outfit you've made me try on," Shizuo rolled his eyes. He wasn't losing his mind, but he was staring to think he might. "You've already made me take off my sunglasses, I'm not trying on anything else."

"Now, now, Shizu-Chan, don't get so aggravated," Izaya laughed. "I'm sure we can find something you look good in." Izaya continued looking through the racks of clothing. 

"I told you, I'm not trying on anything else," Shizuo walked over to the counter and paid for the clothes he was already wearing. He ripped off the tags and threw out his other outfit. "Are you coming?" he asked whilst opening the door. 

"No, but I expect to later," Izaya mumbled. The neighboring cashier let out a laugh. Izaya winked. 

"Are you seriously just going to stand there?" Izaya didn't answer the question so Shizuo rolled his eyes and walked over to grab his hand. He walked right out the door immediately, without looking back. 

"That's no fun," Izaya tried to catch up but Shizuo was taller, and angry like usual. 

"Where are we going next?" Shizuo asked, ignoring the comment completely. 

"A bar, obviously," Izaya answered. He yanked his hand out of Shizuo's and pulled out his phone. "Do you want to go to a strip club, a regular club, a bar, a sports bar, or uh, sushi bar, veggie bar, salad bar?" Izaya asked while he scrolled through the nearest ones. 

"Why are we going to a bar?" 

"Damn, you really are a blonde at heart, aren't you?" Izaya sighed. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked Shizuo right in the eyes. "You do know that is the #1 place to find a girl, right? Have you ever even heard of the phrase 'one night stand'? Please tell me Shinra wasn't asking for me to be a damn matchmaker." Izaya ran a hand through his hair and looked around. The streets of Ikebukuro were wild, like usual. The nearest place wasn't going to be fantastic but it was the shortest walk.  

Izaya led the way and Shizuo followed albeit reluctantly. He was hoping he wouldn't have to suffer through this matchmaking process. He was enjoying his time with Izaya, even if they'd only gone around to random stores. It was a change of pace. It was nice not having to throw a vending machine at him to keep up appearances of his hatred. 

"I suppose, if you really don't want to go to bar, you could always just go on a date with Vorona. She likes you, doesn't she? You could take some selfies and send them to Shinra, problem solved," Izaya shrugged. Shizuo felt a feeling of dread. He couldn't exactly tell Izaya he was in love with him...so what was he supposed to say to that? 

"It would be too weird to date a co-worker," Shizuo lied. It was a lame excuse but whatever works, right? Izaya looked skeptical. His eyes paused on Shizuo's for a bit longer than usual. 

"Ah, here we are," Izaya inhaled deeply. "The place where you get to see every type of human in one spot. Have you ever people watched, Shizu-Chan? It's quite fun, really."

 "So that's why you wanted to come here," Shizuo mumbled. He sat down at the bar table. Izaya sat down right next to him. He leaned over to talk, invading Shizuo's personal bubble. The space between them was thin, not that Shizuo mined, but from this angle he could see right down Izaya's shirt. Some lewd thoughts made their way into his brain. he couldn't help it. He hadn't seen much of Izaya's body.