Dally eyed him over for a second before just laughing under his breath and shaking his head. “Nothin’, man. Nothin’. You look great. Really.” God, the sarcasm was just dripping from the hood’s words. He looked behind him and across the street, mostly out of habit; These weren’t safe streets. “Hey, so, man. You’re eighteen, right? You wanna do me a solid and buy me some cigarettes?” He gave the stranger his best smile. “I ain’t allowed in the corner store anymore cause they always think I’m stealin’. Crazy, right?”
Dallas recanting the jab he gave Blaine’s fashion was going to take more than a cop out to smooth things over. Blaine eyed him suspiciously as they walked trying his best to look curious when he was two steps away from making an excuse to politely ditch him. He traced Dallas’s line of sight, wondering if he was missing something, but met the stranger’s eyes when they were back on him. “About–yeah, why?” His suspicion worsened. AH! Truth revealed! Did he actually ask him to buy him cigarettes? That’d be breaking the LAW. Blaine huffed an uncomfortable laugh and tried to skip the question by agreeing. “Completely crazy. I mean, you look like an honest guy. What are they thinking?” Laying it on thick? Only a tad.
“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?”
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