You’re Wearing That?

 
“Hey –” I said, as I ran into my roommate, Sam, on my way up the stairs, “Where are you headed out to?”

“Oh,” Sam said, “I was just going to go grab a drink or two, see if I can find any fun.”

“And you’re wearing that?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he said, “Is that cool?”

“I guess so,” I said, “I was kind of going to wear that tonight, but it’s fine.”

“You sure?” he said, “I can run back up to the apartment really quick and change if you want.”

“Nah,” I said with a smile, “You look good, man. Just like a cute little muscle Asian. You’re gonna find plenty of fun – I know I sure as hell did the last time I wore him! Anyway, what bar are you going to? Maybe I’ll run upstairs, slip on a suit myself, and join you in a bit.”

“Awesome!” he said, flashing me a peace sign, “Think I’m just going to the one down the street. You should put on the ‘Jamal’ suit. I’d love to see you in that big, black muscle body tonight!”

“Sounds good, bud!” I said, “I’ll meet you down there in a few!”