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Dillon baked when stressed, but sometimes, he was also known to mess with his hair. And so, when he showed up (later than agreed) to Club Garden, his hair was brunette with dark blond highlights, drastically different from the platinum blonde it had been when Mitch left his apartment a few hours previous. He was also dressed up for a night of dancing, nothing out of the ordinary, but certainly more skin than his casual clothes. His oversized black shirt had the top few buttons left open to show off a few long necklaces draped around his pale neck, and his jeans were so tight they almost looked painted on.
He spotted Mitch at the bar, ordering drinks, and casually slid up beside him, ordering a shot of his own. “Hey,” he breathed. His eyes scanned the area around them, finally landing on Stacey chatting with a girl a few yards away, before they were back on his best friend. “She looks hot,” the lankier of the two stated simply, honestly. Sure, he was gay, but he could still appreciate a good-looking woman when he saw one. He wouldn’t try to pretend that the girl was some kind of troll. It was easier than commenting on how good Mitch looked, at least. “How’s it going?”