skyelance + hair stylist/make up artist and actor/model AU I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
Friendly reminder that these are all outfits Nick Blood has worn out in public.
"Can't you just make my job easy for once," Skye says, pointing tensely at the rack of clothes she spent hours picking out.
"Now what would be the fun in that?" Lance teases.
"The fun in that would be that we don't have to argue over your hideous taste in clothes and people would know that I am actually good at my job," she crosses her arms over her chest.
She's not letting him go out in public the way he's dressed. It's a freaking movie premiere and, while everyone else is going to be in suits and gowns, her client wants to wear a neon tank top.
"But the ladies love the guns," he'd argued.
They were nice, but that was besides the point.
"I'll wear a blazer over it, if it'll get you off my back."
Like that's an actual compromise.
One of these days she's going to throttle him. He deserves it.
"At least I'm not going out there naked," Lance shrugs.
Skye schools her face into a blank expression as she gives herself a moment to imagine that.
"That would probably be more event-appropriate," she tells him.
It takes almost an hour, but she does get him to agree to an all-black suit. It's victory and a miracle, one she's going to reward herself for with a cocktail when she gets home. She's earned it.
She's pushing him out the door to his waiting limo when he leans over and whispers in her ear, "My boxers are bright green. With bunnies."
She could learn to live with that.