Are splaine exclusive and what are whitlers plans for collage etc?
Splaine aren’t exclusive right now but they don’t really see other people anyway. Whitney is a year younger than Tyler so he’s thinking about going to the closest college and do his gen eds during her senior year and then just going wherever she goes after. They’ve decided he is going to be the stay at home parent when they have kids so he’s not as into college as she is.
para || West Anderport: If the Shirt Fits, 1/31/2017
Tagging: @mr-blainderson @shakespeareanporter and @squaredancing-weston
Time: Tuesday afternoon, 31 January 2017
Setting: Lima Mall, Lima, OH
Summary: Spencer and Blaine head to the mall to update Spencer’s wardrobe, and Brody tags along to help Blaine pick out a purse to train Bing with
Part 3
Brody
Brody quirked an eyebrow in surprise at Blaine, "Really? Didn't know you had that in you, Blaine. Have you and Bas been experimenting with possession or something. Do you feel the need to rotate your head in a 360 at any time?" he ribbed. "I don't know Spencer-- without mud or oils or something, I feel like it would lack the proper appeal." He scoffed lightly at Spencer's joke. "Sorry-- ranching out in the Bay is more of a white collar agriculture, and we dress the part," he replied. "You want the redneck plaid-flannel types, you can stop by Scandals or one of the farms around here. I'm sure they'll be more than willing to accommodate you." Brody tilted his head as the two boys spoke. "How can you even tell?" he questioned, glancing at the red. "I mean, who looks //bad// in red?" Pinks or pastels or something, he understood, but how people couldn't pull off basic colors was a strange concept-- that, granted, Brody didn't spend a lot of time thinking about, but still.
He gave a dry laugh at Blaine's comments. "Thanks-- I'm good. I'll shake things up when they need to be shook," he added, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "You know, Spence, I considered it, but those highwaters just chafe my boots, and the suspenders don't really go with my dance clothes. Maybe next year. Although I do have a walker, so at least I don't need to get that-- it's got little streamers on the handles," he laughed, holding out his hands demonstrating his grip on the hypothetical walker. "But you know, at least I'm not preparing myself for becoming bald by shaving my head. I'm enjoying my time with my hair," he added with a smirk, running his fingers through his scalp. He waved his hand at Blaine, "Don't tempt me SB-- I might just go ditch you guys for a pretty girl and a pizza pretzel." He caught sight of Blaine's tight smile, calling after Spencer with a laugh, "Actually, whenever you leave, a bunch of Chippendales come out, so we're just really anxious for you to turn your back."
However, when the youngest man retreated, Brody nudged his friend slightly, inclining his head in question and light concern."Ah-- you know," he shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Making the same jokes. Apparently you're not the only one suggesting I update my wardrobe. I'm surprised he hasn't sent you the same thing. He suggested I recommend //just// wearing bow ties around him, by the way." He was careful with his phrasing, including Blaine to dampen any speculation that the conversation was anything but banter.
Blaine
Blaine scoffed and shook his head. "No, but I think meeting him my freshman year of high school set the stages of at least part of me being changed forever. So no possession but almost a full year of a constant bad influence," he said in a playful tone. He kept an amused smirk on his face as Spencer and Brody went back and forth about farm apparel, something that he knew very little about himself and didn't really feel the need to comment on. He glanced back at Brody at his question and shrugged. "It's...kind of hard for me to explain, honestly. It's not an exact science or anything, at least not to me, but there are, believe it or not, some skin tones that mesh well with even red." He looked him over real quick and chuckled. "Lucky for you, unless you're wearing really bright shades of certain colors, you're going to be able to pull off almost anything. Congratulations." He bowed his head at Spencer's praise, raising his hand to wave it off. "Well, sure, out of the three of us, I would claim the title. But still, my expertise can only go so far." He snickered slightly at the though of Brody walking around with a decorated walker. "Can I put stickers on it? Like little rainbows and unicorns? Something to help you remember me by in a few weeks when you inevitably develop dementia," he ribbed his older friend. "Bring me back a cinnamon pretzel if you do. Cream cheese sauce and everything."
He laughed with Brody the best he could, but he was thankful when Spencer had finally retreated into the room. He glanced at Brody when he felt the nudge to his side and he smiled reassuringly to his friend, waving his hand to indicate that they would talk later, if at all. Out of everyone in his life, Sebastian and his family was the only one who knew the details about his transfer to Dalton. It wasn't the easiest thing to talk about, and he wasn't so sure that he wanted to bring it back up again.
Blaine snorted and shook his head. "Yeah, that sounds like Sebastian, all right. I don't think that that conversation I had with Dani a while back about the alternate uses for bow ties helped anything either." He pulled out his own phone, making sure that he didn't miss anything, and sure enough, there were three different messages waiting for him from Sebastian. He laughed and just slid the phone back into his pocket. "He's a mess.
Spencer
Spencer let out a crude laugh at Brody's suggestion of mud or oils. He wasn't exactly expecting it from the other man at that moment, and felt himself grinning like an idiot. "Dude, I might love where you were going with that, and probably most of the guys at Scandals would too, but let's face it. There's no prime rib there. I wanna settle for something better than Scandals' top hotties of Ohio 2017 or whatever." Spencer shook his head, wondering what on Earth compelled him to be so obvious with his word choice. To be fair, in Spencer's opinion, there wasn't a lot of amazing looking people in Ohio in the first place; Who in their right mind would pick Ohio as their settling grounds anyway? Upon settling in the changeroom, Spencer could hear a little bit of what the two other men were saying. "To be fair, I look good in a lot of colors, Weston. Not much makes me look bad. Hell, let me take that rainbow party walker out for a spin and I'll have all the guys askin' me for a turn." Spencer shouted through the little gap between the door and the ceiling, laughing to himself. He quickly shifted shirts again, letting his pecs breathe for a minute before putting on the next option for Blaine. Spencer focused on the mirror for a few seconds, not entirely sure this was 'him'. Still, he didn't want to doubt Blaine's color test and shrugged it off. He brushed his shoulders off a little before pushing the door back open just in time to hear Blaine. "I'm a mess?" Spencer asked, clearly misinterpreting what Blaine had said. "Well shoot, my bad man. And here I thought I was a handsome devil." Spencer held up his hands in feigned offense.
Brody
"Oh man-- I'm kind of horrified by the implications. Talk about trauma. How did you survive?" He shook his head. "Well, when you //go wild// where else should it go?" Brody quirked an eyebrow quizzically. "Prime rib? Is that what they call it in South Dakota, Spence? And if you're having a contest, not sure you'll find much else in the way of contestants than Scandals, let's be honest." He laughed. "You know what, sure Blaine-- you can be the Prime Rib.. I'll settle for a better cut." He laughed. "Hey, what space is left from Lucy's efforts, you are more than welcome. But don't clash- I want to look classy still. Trust, me, my grandpa has Dementia, and if he still can remember what time the hot nurse comes by, I'll remember the Scarlet Badass messing with my walker. And I'll definitely remember if the bald guy steals it, pretty colors or not, so careful Spencer." Brody made a face, "Tcha-- you're the one dragging this out. You should be buying //my// pretzel, not the other way around." Brody laughed, vaguely remembering Dani and Blaine discussing alternative uses for bow ties, "Didn't you and Bas have a similar talk in that regard?" he asked, thinking back. The older man looked up as Spencer reappeared, angling his head as he considered his new apparel. "I don't know anything about colors, but I'm not really a fan of the lighter shade," he opined with a shrug. "You sure aren't an angel, regardless, Spence."
Blaine
Blaine just shrugged. He wasn't too positive himself. He watched as the other two continued their back and forth, not really sure where to fit himself into the conversation; he'd only ever been to Scandals like three times, and his last visit was enough to make him sick of the place. Like Brody, he was confused about the choice of 'prime rib' in Spencer's wording, though he was positive that he understood the implications of it. He laughed at Brody and threw his hands up. "You know, I think I'm good. I've never been a prime rib fan myself." He smiled softly and apologetically at the mention of Brody's grandfather, but still chuckled. "You've called me dapper before; do you really think I'd be so cruel as to take your class away? Anyways, I'll even find a scarlet crayon and tape it to the handle bar. You'll have no chance at forgetting me then." Blaine rolled his eyes. "We've been here for /maybe/ 20 minutes, Brodes. But if it will make you feel better, I'll buy you a pretzel. Deal?" Blaine snorted. He didn't particularly remember having a similar conversation with Bas about bow ties, but it wouldn't have surprised him. He glanced back up at Spencer, pleased at the sight before him, but frowned at Brody's critique. Maybe he wasn't the person to ask for fashion advice after all. He sat back in his seat, waiting to hear what Spencer thought about the color.
Spencer
Spencer didn't think Scandals was a terrible place to at least meet people, but it certainly wasn't the greatest place to spark romance, that was for sure. Still, he stuck to his guns about calling it prime rib and nodded with a smirk. "It's what I call it guys. Don't judge. Besides, rib tastes good, looks great, and you can really get into it you know?" Spencer was well aware of how he was describing it all in an odd fashion, but couldn't help himself at the time. Hearing Blaine say they'd been here twenty minutes was surprising to Spencer. It seemed like he'd seen so many outfits on the racks today. Although, Blaine had made pretty quick work about picking things, which Spencer had to admit was fairly impressive in the first place. Spencer eyed the other two males' faces and then looked down at his own chest. "I... Don't think I like it that much honestly. It's nice and all, but I'm with Weston on this one guys." Spencer shook his head slowly, as if he himself weren't entirely sure. "Besides, if I'm not an angel." He turned his head back to Brody. "Then I'm definitely not good with something this light."
Brody
Brody chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I mean, they're alright I guess-- I just prefer something something in a flank or a round, myself-- you usually get better flavor." He laughed in amusement as his own joke-- he may spend too much time around his Aggies after all. "Don't worry Blaine-- maybe Spencer will be willing to make you the Hamburger." He held up his hands in surrender, "That's true-- I have. But maybe in my decrepit state you'd suddenly decide it'd be more amusing to make a mockery of my wheels. But a crayon could be good-- in case I need to write stuff down, like in Memento. And it could be like the photo too, so dual purposed." Brody shrugged and shifted in his seat. "I'm good for a while, unless you're planning on putting Spence in every shirt in this place. Then we might have to renegotiate if and when pretzels will be happening. But if you're offering to buy, I won't stop you," he added with a grin. Brody's eyes widened in surprise that his opinion had actually won the majority-- he just didn't really like light colors much. Apparently that meant something? However he scoffed at Spencer, "Apparently no good at hiding it either, then," before he reached over and patted Blaine on the back. "Don't worry SB-- they can't all be winners. If you want, we can get you some sort of purse in pastel for Little B."
Blaine
Blaine squinted, an amused smile tugging at his lips at the ridiculous conversation. "I'd prefer not to be labeled as a piece of meat, but by all means, you two continue." Blaine brought a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "I would never make a mockery of the elderly, no matter how ridiculous their ride may look." He cracked a smile and shook his head. "Of course, I'm glad the crayon will be functional in many different aspects." He shook his head with a shrug, looking down at his watch, before eyeing Spencer again. He sat back in his seat with a sigh and thought for a moment. "Okay, well...let's go over this one more time. What were you wanting me to help you with again? Because, yes, we will probably be in this same store going through shirt after shirt unless I know exactly what I need to be looking for." He gave a side glance to Brody with a smirk. "Which means you won't get your pretzel." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Considering I'm going with a darker pallet for my riding clothes, pastel purses are out of the question."
