The rest of the afternoon sped by. The minute he left the diner, Coop found himself at a menswear shop. Cause come on, he wasn't putting this guy in his dad's shitty out of season suit. It was hot as balls and yeah maybe they'd be inside most of the time, but who knew where the night would take them and Coop liked to keep his options open. It took about an hour give or take before he was walking out with a pair of matching charcoal fresco suits. Peak lapels. No break for him, medium/half break for Bear. It was funny really. Despite Bear's break you in half vibe, he and his dad were exactly the same height. So he used his dad’s height measurements. And sure Coop was younger and a bit shorter, but he was ripped, he just hid his a bit better and you know didn't have the shoulders of a fuckin line backer. Took a bit of guess work, but he was confident it'd be a good fit. A hot shower, skin care regiment, and hair styling later and Cooper grabbed his phone, sending a quick text to his inside guy at the casino, letting Maui know he'd be hitting him up at some point before sending Grizz a 'Its GO TIME' text.
Not subtle. But when was he ever? He spent a few more minutes hand on his chin, inspecting his skin for any blemishes and is hair for any fly aways. Last check was to make sure his own suit fit to a fucking T but he knew there was no real point in doing that until after he arrived. Which he promptly did the second his moped was parked in the valet lane. Grabbing the suit bag from the back, he tossed the driver his keys and smirked as the guy gave a heavy sigh, but resisted the urge to comment. God he loved this place. He already felt like a badass as he stepped into the casino lobby and draped the bag over the arm of a chair. Hopefully Grizz wouldn't bail, cause honestly he was lookin forward to seeing this dude in a different element, but if he did, eh. There was always fun to be found around here and he wasn't pressed about having to look. @laid-bear