#para michael

[conscientiouscourage]

Take Three || Jackson

Ever the punctuality-phile, Blaine arrived at the sport's bar Michael had sent him the address of with about ten minutes to spare. He figured a nice white v-neck t-shirt and jeans would be alright, it being a bar (and those being the only semi-casual clothes he kept in his desk, since he didn't want to come in a blazer and slacks). Although, he did keep the blazer on, and couldn't resist the urge to tuck 

Truth be told, he was too busy stressing out about everything else to really worry about his clothes, anyway. He'd taken to pacing on the sidewalk, running his hand through his hair. He should've worn more hair gel, or touched it up in the bathroom before he came. 

Right. As if a bit more hairgel could make up for the humiliation of that night. He forced himself to take a deep breath, leaning back against a streetlamp. He could do this. He wasn't some scared little kid, and he wasn't some floozy, either. He was Blaine Anderson. He was a respected member of the Ministry of Magic. He was strong and independent. 

He was totally freaking out.

[conscientiouscourage]

It's A Date || Jackson

Blaine was nervous. Ridiculously nervous. Seriously, it was like he was back at Hogwarts, some anxious teenager testing the perilous waters of dating for the first time. 

In his defense, that time hadn't worked out so well. Or the time after that. Or the one after that. And well, there hadn't been a one after that. Not until now. He wasn't really sure what to do with himself. Obsessing over his clothes and hair was an obvious must, to satisfy his neurotic fashion tendencies. In the end, though, he went simple: white button up with a light beige v-neck sweater and dark khaki trousers, all well-fitted. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too underwhelming. 

He'd picked out a good wine, he thought. He didn't really know where Michael's tastes were on that sort of thing, so he went with a middle of the road Chardonnay, not too sweet and not too dry. With the bottle tucked under his arm and what he hoped wasn't too nervous of a smile on his face, he checked the address one last time, then raised his hand to knock on the door. 

[patton-grant]

Clubbing: Patton and Michael

Patton had never been out to a club, but he was fairly certain he could figure out what it was they wore to them. He started with the pants, grabbing a pair of black jeans, and putting them on. Then came the shirt, it was short sleeve and a deep purple color, which he paired with a pair of black suspenders and a silverish colored tie. He made sure there were no wrinkles on him, before getting started on his hair. First he combed it out before putting some product in it to keep it from going all frizzy on him. He finished up, and started down to the lobby of the dorms, fairly certain that the other boy was waiting on him.