Prompt #4: First
Word Count: 211
"If you'd told me we were gonna end up at a dance club, I wouldn't have worn such fancy clothes!" Duo exclaimed over the thrum of the music. His white shirt had been unbuttoned down to his waist, revealing a clean white tank underneath. The jacket and tie had disappeared at some point, but even with his sleeves rolled up, he felt extremely overheated.
Zechs grinned, scooting around in the booth to allow Duo a bit more room to sit down. "It wasn't exactly on the itinerary. You didn't seem to be having a good time during dinner, however, so I felt some changes were in order." His own jacket having been left in the car, he was seated comfortably in his pristine white dress shirt and black slacks. The martini glass in front of him completed the picture, proving that the former prince of Sanc could look like he belonged anywhere.
"Fancy things aren't really my style," Duo said, shrugging a bit sheepishly. He wondered if it would matter to someone like Zechs, whose outfit probably cost more than his rent this month.
"Hope that doesn't mean I'm out as well?"
Duo flushed a bit, and hoped the dim lights of the club would hide it. "No. You're definitely in."
A small smile and the touch of a hand on his knee was all the response he got.