dallas.

“Where do you want me to start, huh?”  Dally jogged a few
feet to catch up with the stranger, shoving his hands in his
pockets and walking alongside.  “You’re wearin’ a bowtie,
man. That pretty much says it all.”

Blaine kept walking not expecting the guy to make the effort
to catch up and answer his question.  Not everyone fully
appreciated his dapper style.  He totally got that.  Few stuck
around to point out it’s ‘flaws’ however.  Blinking, he tugged the
corner of his bowtie and glanced down in it’s direction.  Uh oh.
Dallas insulted the bowtie?  He did!  Blaine pouted thoughtfully
looking like he was finding a way recover from a slap to his dignity.
      “Uhm.. What’s wrong with the bowtie?”