Tucked away in one of the tallest buildings in Saint Claire is the City View Flags. On the fifteenth floor is Briari's two bedroom and two bathroom apartment. Fact is, it takes up the entire floor, complete with a large open concept walk in kitchen filled with stainless steel appliances, rosewood colored cabinets and a verde green silestone countertop. The living room is wide open, filled with white leather pieces of furniture, and large framed portraits of various superheroes, all signed by their respective artists line the walls. To reach the apartment one has to take the glass elevator to the top, which allows you to stare out over the city as you travel upwards, giving one of the most beautiful sights of Saint Claire. Currently, the ragabash is plugged into her laptop with a pair of large pink Beats on her head. She is tapping away quickly on her keyboard with four cans of Redbull tipped over and empty near by.

Felix leans against the side of the elevator casually while it heads upward, although not so casually he can't get a good look at the city getting smaller beneath it or anything. If only elevators didn't tend to have such good smoke detectors, it could be even more pleasant, since the entire building is setting him slightly on edge today. Alas. Still, it's a nice view regardless, until the doors open on the top floor and he strolls on out, glancing around. There's something about the quality of the consideration that could perhaps bring the word 'casing' to a suspicious person's mind, although surely if he actually were he'd be hiding it better than that.

Once the doors swish open, he is met with a short hallway and a single front door with her number on it. This door does not look like it came with the place. Steel reinforced that was painted a nice shade of white. There is a small metallic plate in the middle of the door with a mirrored surface, and a keypad on the wall. No door knob.

Felix tilts his head, eyeing the door up. Hm. No knob. No apparent doorbell. Keypads, not generally pickable with his standard set of tools. Although that would've been funny. He studies it for a moment, studies the mirrored plate, and glances at the walls, ceiling, and floor, just in case they might have, who knows, ports for poisoned darts or something. Rich people are weird. Rich people who think they're superheroes are weirder. Of course, he could just knock... but poking at the keypad seems more amusing. Let's see, Glass Walker... eh. He pokes 1-3-3-7. Just to see.

There is a small black dome on the ceiling near the door, and a whirling noise can be heard. Briari's voice can be heard in the hallway now as if coming out of a speaker. "Nice try. I wouldn't make my passcode something so obvious. What do you want Felix?"

Felix grins, shrugging. "Well, I coulda gone with 1-2-3-4-5, but that's the kind of thing an idiot would have on his luggage," he tells the dome, "and hey, it coulda been a double-bluff. I was in the neighbourhood, figured I might as well see if you felt like climbin' shit today."

There is a loud clack and the door cracks open, swinging forward. This door looks like the type a bank vault would have on it. Briari steps outside, wearing a pair of designer jeans and a haltertop. "Come on in then, get yourself a drink and I'll throw something on built for running this city."

Felix steps in, glancing at the door itself as he passes it by. "Cool. Sounds like a good start..." He takes a look around for suitable sources of things to drink; presumably there's a fridge in the kitchen, but hey, there might be a bar, and those tend to contain drinkables as well. "So, I interrupt anything exciting?"

"Nope. Just encrypting some files to push up to the Glass Walker Net." Briari says as she touches the door once she steps back in and it closes behind her with a metallic clank, followed by a noise that appears as if bolts were sliding across. Motioning to the kitchen, she says, "I hope you like water, Red Bull or coffee." With that, she heads down the hallway for her bedroom. "Don't steal anything, I'll know if you do. Whole place is bugged."

Felix stops, giving her a Look across his shoulder as she goes. "See, I wasn't plannin' to, an' now I really want to," he says, "You might wanna take a refresher on that makin' friends an' influencin' people thing." He shakes his head, continuing toward the kitchen to check out the mentioned drink options. Apparently the Red Bull will do, since he takes one and leans against a counter to open it. "So. Whole place bugged, huh? Reckon that's an interestin' kinda ethical whatever when you," a pause so slight as to possibly be imagined, "entertain."

"I thought you coyotes knew something about humor." Comes a voice from within the kitchen, a speaker that is tucked away somewhere. "And if you're hinting towards my sex life, I fuck my boyfriend at his place. He has a daughter and my building has a no kids allowed policy."

"Yeah, an' I thought Ragabash did," Felix replies, "You make a joke a hundred people made already an' they ain't been jokin', it maybe ain't much of a joke, really. Just business as usual." He takes a drink from the can, and pushes off the counter, wandering around the place checking things out somewhat absently. "...an' I'm not sure I wanna even get into the weird of =aimin'= to be where the kid is, ain't y'all heard of babysitters? but what I'm sayin' here is I reckon people hit the gas station 'fore they show up to avoid havin' to use your bathroom. Even if you got tiny little designer soap an' shit. Which you prolly do." There's an eyeroll. At least it isn't audible.

"Yeah, I do have a babysitter. It's your girlfriend, Lilah, and your Alpha, Justin." Comes the voice through the speakers. "One is better on a certain moon, the other during another. The kid is a kidnapped spiral dancer that we broke the kinfetch on. Lucky for us she is not tainted." Heading back out into the wide open living room, Briari is wearing a pair of black workout shorts and a matching tank top. Her thick curly blonde hair is pulled up behind her. "Do you want to see my bathroom?" She flashes a grin to him. "My shower has twelve shower heads that all change color and a rain maker above. I even custom installed a steamer for when I just want a sauna. Walk in with all glass and single panel granite walls. It's gorgeous."

"Justin's mentioned her," Felix says, picking up a book and eyeing the cover, then turning it over, glancing at the back, and putting it back down. He glances up when she emerges again, and at the offer and description, he studies her expressionlessly for a couple seconds before lifting a brow. "You got too much fuckin' money," he says flatly. "Sure, what the fuck. Let's see this amusement park."

The Book reads: Who moved my cheese? A self-help book on dealing with change. Briari motions him down the hallway and points to the bathroom. It is as large as one could imagine. There is a large jacuzzi tub and the walk in shower with benches along the wall. It can easily fit roughly five bodies with ease. "Shower, turn on. Set to seventy degrees. Give me purple lights and Michael Bolton." There is a slight ring of confirmation, and music begins to play, rain falls down, and steam begins to emerge. "I do have too much fucking money, don't I?" She gives an amused grin, lips tugging backwards. "And I work sixteen hours a day to earn it, either way, what I give back to charity more than makes up for it."

Felix gives Briari a dubious look. "Michael Bolton? Really?" He shakes his head, looking the room over, "An' what, no tiny designer soaps? But yeah. You do." He glances at the jacuzzi, the ghost of a smile flitting briefly across the corners of his mouth, and then turns to head back out of the room. "Sixteen hours, huh. Wouldn't say math was my =absolute= strongest subject, but I reckon that just leaves eight for sleepin', eatin', visitin' the boyfriend, playin' superhero, trainin', doin' the other job, takin' elabourate showers, an' havin' steak with rappers. Seems cramped. 'less you got a way for addin' some hours to the day, which if y'do, lemme just say I'd definitely be interested in learnin' that, too."

"When you work hard, you get to play hard. Shower off." The jets and music cuts off as Briari turns and exits the bathroom. "C'mon, let's go have some fun. I really like teaching this gift." Swinging her arms back and forth around to limber them up, she heads back for the door and reaches out to press her hand against another metallic panel on the opposite side of it. There is the loud clanking noise as it unbolts and swings inwards. "We'll head to the roofs."

There's the very faint sound of a quick exhalation through the nose before Felix turns to look to Briari as she emerges. "Well, I really like havin' fun," he says, "so so far that plan sounds like a good start." He stretches his arms a big as he follows her, and the mention of the roofs gets a sudden grin, possibly the first since he stepped through that door the other direction.

Once the door closes behind them, Briari leads him to the elevator in which they make the climb upwards to the rooftop which is only a couple more stories. Up top, she takes in a deep breath of the fresh air and stares out over the city with a wide grin on her face. "I got one of the best views from here. All the lights and the sounds of the city. You can really feel her pulse up here." Giving herself another stretch, she hops a bit on her feet to limber up. "Alright, so this is not an easy gift but it is a fun one. You need to attune yourself to your surroundings as you move through the city. It's a lot of trust as well, you and the concrete and steel bars."

Felix heads directly to the edge to get a better look, seeming much happier up here than inside, and he prowls part of the border for a few moments, taking in the new view of areas he's gotten rather familiar with from within. He turns his steps and attention back to Briari, then, nodding to her words, and gets some more stretches in as well. "Makes sense."

"Now, if I was a real jerk, I would push you off the roof and tell you to learn how to swim. Instead, I'm going to take baby steps with you." Briari says as she heads to the fire escape on the roof, then walks down to the first ledge. "Alright. I want you to get to the ground, but without steps."

Felix laughs at the jerk-level plan, and briefly looks almost tempted to just go whole hog and give that one a try, but thankfully common sense (or something currently doing a reasonable impression) prevails, and he heads toward the fire escape to comply with Plan B. He steps onto it and leans over the rail to look down and around, seeming more curious than anything else. "Without steppin' on 'em, or without touchin' anythin' that qualifies as a step at all?" he asks, though he's already grabbing the edge of the ledge and twisting to slide right off it, hanging by his hands for a second before dropping to land on the rail below, boots hitting it and then slipping off as his hands grab onto it instead. That much seems to be intentional, though judging from the small startled noise, dropping from that top bar to the middle bar of the railing wasn't, yet. He laughs, then, and swings over to where the railing angles downward along the stairs, sliding down the incline to its end, then dropping down to the next one, this time apparently as planned.

As she follows him down, Briari is taking the steps, because she is a lady and the teacher after all. She watches him as he goes intently, just in case he does slip and falls twenty or so stories to his doom. "Not bad, not bad." She is holding her phone in her hand, glancing down at it from time to time.

She surely wouldn't want to miss that, if he did! Felix isn't remarkably strong, but he's in good shape, fairly light, and headed downward, and that plus good dexterity and the fact that this definitely isn't the first time he's done this -- or at least, something in the general family -- keeps him moving reasonably swiftly but not so swiftly as to meet the pavement unexpectedly as he traverses the next handful of floors. He doesn't treat each set the same way, instead trying different ideas as they enter his head. Some are riskier than others, some work better than others, and the two don't line up in any particular way. He seems to have more fun with the ones that seem more likely to end up requiring quite a lot of recovery time if they don't work as planned, so it's a good thing his luck is holding thus far.

As she continues to hold on to her phone, Briari steps on to one of the railings, then leaps forward with a burst of speed to the building across from them. As she hits the brick wall, she slides down it with one hand resting against it, and her sneakers gliding down until she lands on an edge. With a back flip off, she lands on the top of a dumpster lid, continuing to type away on her phone with one hand as she peeks up at him, waiting.

Felix pauses a moment to watch her, and gives the building across a considering look, then the other things relatively nearby. He closes his eyes a moment, head tilting, then reopens them and drops onto the stair rail below. This time he doesn't drop farther from it, the soles of his boots instead sliding swiftly down the incline, faster than seems reasonable even if balance weren't a factor, and when he nears the end, he leaps, landing on the edge of someone's balcony, then trying Briari's sort of leap across the alley to the building next. There's a drainpipe on that side that he's aiming to catch, and slide down the rest of the way.

As her eyes track his movements, Briari holds the phone up and follows him with it as she watches the screen curiously. As he slides down the drain pipe to the ground, she gives him an amused grin. "Now I just need to get you to do that in half the time and we will have something to work with. Also, I need to find a snow maker." She hums to herself as she tucks her phone into her back pocket.

Felix grins back, shrugging. "Betcha it'd be half or less if I did it again," he says, "Some shit, I learn quick. Whatcha need a snow maker for? Like real full-on snow, or like the little flurry-shootin' things they got in clubs sometimes 'round Christmas?" He gives the drain pipe he just came down a speculative look.

"Yes full on snow and ice. I need to train you for the winter as well. It is a lot different when you are trying to run in snow and ice as well and keep your balance and your grip." Briari says as she gives him a grin. "Also, I can't wait to push you off a roof. That is coming up in another lesson as well. You need to learn how to deal with stress during free fall and auto-correct yourself to save your life."

"Y'know, I can't actually swear you're the first person to ever say that to me," Felix says cheerfully, leaning back against the wall, "Do I get to push you off first? Havin' an example to watch is always real instructive. I mean, see how much better I did after seein' you this time?" He glances around at the alley a bit more thoughtfully. "Reckon it prolly gets a lot snowier an' icier this far north'n I'm used to. Practicin' with a snow machine sounds fun."

"Maybe I will rent out a local ice rink over night and have you learn to run on ice first." Briari giggles as she rolls her eyes upwards. "And no, you can't push me off a roof first, but I will fall for you to show you a few things if need be. You have to remember, this is beyond parkour. This is about attuning yourself to your surroundings and allowing the world to work with you as a team. It is also not perfect. There has been times that I have fell because I lost concentration, but gun shots will do that for you." There is a pause, followed by a wide grin towards him. "Now I know what lesson four will be."

"I dunno, are you sure you're still gonna wanna shoot me after you fall for me?" Felix teases, arching a brow. "How very ponytails an' inkwells." A look up to the top of her building, and more seriously, "A'right, so. We got gettin' pushed off the roof an' learnin' not to die or break shit that's attached to me, learnin' to deal with ice and-or snow, an' learnin' not to break concentration when someone's shootin' at me. Or at least near me." He eyes her very briefly, "But I reckon there's a decent chance of at."

"Felix, I want to shoot you now, let's move that to lesson two." Briari gives him a grin. "Shooting at you and being shot and then concentrating while you are bleeding out." She points out to him. "It really not that hard. Us Glass Walkers get shot multiple times during cubhood because we are the one tribe that most likely will be shot at or doing the shooting in return. I remember when they had me down in the bunker, blind folded with my back to the firing squad. I would get shot in the back or the shoulder and forced to not shift and deal with the pain." She shifts her jaw. "Veil breaking one oh one. I will admit I sucked at that part. Getting stabbed with a knife is the worst."

Felix smirks at the expressed desire to shoot him, though it goes considerably smaller and a bit more sardonic by the time she gets to the end. "Nah. I wouldn't say it's worst. Not how I'd particularly wanna spend an afternoon or nothin', though. So, when we do this lesson: other gifts, yes or no? 'cause if I'm really tryin' to get away from someone shootin' at me, reckon I ain't gonna experiencin' more pain'n I actually have to. But if you want me feelin' it all at the time, well."

"However you cope with it is up to you." Briari assures him. "The point is to not fall to your death if you did get shot and you are trying to rooftop leap across buildings. You should always use whatever advantage you have at your disposal." Winking to him, she stretches herself out. "This was a good warm up. You want to get something to eat?"

"Well, not-dyin' IS a way I particularly wanna spend my afternoons, so that works for me," Felix says, and straightens up from the wall, giving it the slightest of absent pats as he finishes. "Sure, I could eat. What've you got in mind?"

Briari gives him a quick once over, then starts for the side of the building where the front entrance is. "Well, seeing how you are dressed for a punk concert, I suppose I can't take you to one of my usual spots that has a pretty rigid dress code." She flashes a grin over her shoulder to him. "Unless you want to hit the mall real quick and I can stick you in something respectable."

"Nah, if I was goin' to a punk concert I'd prolly wear my Anarchy Burger shirt," Felix says, "...and if I was playin' I wouldn't wear the jacket, 'cause it's fuckin' hot up there." He slips a hand into a pocket of the aforesaid jacket, absently coming up with his smokes, and gestures vaguely with them. "We can do whichever. I'm feelin' flexible today."

"You say that now." Briari looks amused at him as she gives him another once over, then heads for the lobby. "Come on then, you can take a shower in my fancy sixty grand water palace and soap up. What type of food do you want tonight? That way I can decide what to put you in. If I am going to drop a few hundred dollars on dinner, I need to make sure that you're on point."

Felix starts to take out a cigarette, but pauses as they near the lobby and he remembers the elevator. Well, fuck. Back in the pocket, for now. "I am clean, y'know," he informs Briari with mild amusement, "Nice-smellin' an' everything. And I seem to remember somethin' about all your rooms bein' bugged." He considers for a couple moments, then shrugs, "...but since I don't actually care if people see me naked, sure, what the hell. No Michael Bolton, though. Not bein' recorded with =that=." Quick grin, though he shakes his head a bit. "If =I= dropped a few hundred bucks on dinner, it'd mean I was feedin' everyone. Not just at the Library, prolly for 'bout three blocks around." He considers, though. "Meat, I guess. Steak or somethin'. Ain't like I'm real familiar with what kinda food you generally go for."

"Steak it is. Also, if I wanted to see you naked, I would have done it already. I got my ways." Briari says with a loud snort of amusement as she steps into the glass elevator and presses the button to go up. As they travel and watch the city pass below them, she lets out a happy sigh. "I do give quite a bit to charity as well, just so you know. I am not some rich girl that sits on a bunch of money and spends it on myself. I am just picky about who I donate to because I like to do a detailed background check to ensure they are utilizing funds appropriately instead of abusing them." Once they reach her floor, she heads to the front door and places her hand on it, which gives a loud whirl and click and opens before them. "If you do not want Michael Bolton, just say whatever you want to hear. It pulls from a media server that I have set up with roughly thirty-thousand songs. I used Napster a lot when it was still up and running."

"It ain't a real exclusive club; pretty sure no one's had to resort to Mysterious Ways so far," Felix says, quirking a brow, "...also, you know sayin' shit like that's creepy, right?" It's a very conversational question. He watches the city through the walls of the elevator as they go, of course, and her comments get a small nod, "Mm. You mentioned." He follows inside, of course, watching the opening of the door with some interest, and more for the music. "Thirty thousand, huh?" He may, just possibly, consider that a challenge.

"I do enjoy a lot of Metallica." Briari says as she heads down to her master bedroom which is attached to the large bathroom. Peeling out of her shirt as she heads for the closet, she doesn't bother glancing over towards him as she starts to rustle through the many, many, many outfits.

That gets a laugh, given the stated source of most of the collection. "Bet they'd love that," Felix says, heading into the bathroom. There is a glance from him before he goes in -- at her closet, actually, not at Briari herself -- and then he steps inside and closes the door. It's not a =particularly= short shower, partly because he's trying to find songs it doesn't know, though once he manages to come up with something obscure enough to stump it he lets it settle on Uprising, by Muse. And yes, he sings in the shower. And, if there really is recording and anyone ever looks, also plays air guitar at one point. He also sniffs most of the body washes and shampoos, figuring out which he's willing to smell like. Still, he really was already clean but for any sweat developed during the Gift practice, so it could be a lot slower. "Hey," he asks when he opens the door again, "You got any gel or mousse or similar?"

"Yeah, I have some hair gel." Briari says as she heads into the bathroom naked. No, kidding. She is wearing a stunning white dress with a floral black print of swirls near the hem that crawls halfway up to her hip. Her hair has been pulled back and into a thick curly pony tail. Opening one of the large vanities, she takes out the gel and hands it over to him, then fishes out her make up compact to apply a hint of eyeliner.

"Thanks," Felix says, accepting it, and picks a suitable mirrored spot to get his hair back into proper shape. It doesn't actually take a lot, either of gel or time, but he's fairly focused while he does it, despite it clearly being a very practiced process. He puts the gel back where she originally took it from, when he's done. "Nice dress."

"Thank you. Versace." Briari gives a bit of a spin around to let the dress flow about her ankles. "This is my going out dress. I like the way it feels." After applying a light sheen of lipgloss and smacking her lips, she reaches over to tug on a pair of heels, then selects a purse hanging from her closet. After transporting a few items from the other, she says, "Let me know when you're ready to go and we will hit a store. I am thinking a pair of black denim and a button down white short sleeve with a light blue undershirt to give it some layering." Giving him a quick glance over, she decides. "And a black bomber jacket."

Felix shrugs. "I'm ready," he says, "...and sure, if that's what you want. Long's the fit's right, I can pull off pretty much anything. Ain't always easy findin' things that fit right, though." He stretches, giving himself a last critical look in the mirror and apparently deciding all's well. "You okay with the boots, then?"

"I am fine with the boots." Briari says as she gives them a quick once-over, then fishes her keys off the coffee table as she heads back for the front door. "I don't think they will give you any guff over it. If they do I will step in and say something." After pressing her hand against the door and stepping out once it swings wide, she ambles for the elevator as the keys twirl about her finger. "Do you want to take the Ferrari or the Escalade?"

"Good, keep me from endin' up feelin' too much like a waiter or somethin'," Felix says, just seriously enough that it's hard to tell how much he's joking. He strolls after her, hands casually in his pockets, and the question makes him grin. "I dunno, am I drivin'?" Another slight shrug, though, and he decides, "Ferrari. 's white, right? Match your dress."

"Sure, you can drive, soon as you can pay the insurance." Briari grins at him as the elevator takes them to the underground garage. The bright white Ferrari is parked next to a bright white Escalade with large black rims. The headlights of the sports car flashes on as she grows near it and taps a button on her fob, causing it to deactivate the security. Pulling up the suicide door for the driver's seat, she climbs inside comfortably and presses the start button under the dash. The full screened LED display flickers on in bright lights and gauges as a dance band rumbles through the speakers.

"Hey, I ain't crashed anything accidentally in probably three years," Felix replies to this silly talk of insurance, though he doesn't seem either surprised or terribly put out with the no. "Anyway, I half-expected it to go all KITT an' drive itself anyway." He gets in the other side, checking the machine out as he goes.

"I'd rather drive myself, don't trust robot cars." Briari says as she gives the gas a few taps with the foot to air the engine out, then punches in a few coordinates on the deck to launch a GPS map. Pressing a button on the steering wheel, she says, "Play One Direction playlist." Cackling under her breath as the British boyband comes on, she gives him a sly grin. "Off to the mall we go dude. Shopping time! WOO!" She cheers out as she puts the car into gear once he is settled in, then guns the engine as she peels out of the garage and launches on to the main drag.

Felix agrees "Woo," as deadpan as he can manage. He tilts his head slightly, listening to the music, and while he looks somewhat critical, doesn't seem to hate it. He's not tapping his feet, but his small movements tend to be with the beat. He does, however, at one point say, "...well, that's a bullshit lyric. Not knowin' she's beautiful don't make a girl beautiful. An' if it did, he'd be ruinin' it by tellin' her. Seems like a dick move."

"It's what fourteen year old girls like to hear." Briari says with a laugh as she taps the screen a few times, then spins a dial as she drags her finger down. Selecting Robert Tepper, she turns on the 80's montage music. "To be honest, it's really my troll playlist. I can't stand the band personally."

"It's put together okay," Felix says, "Voices ain't bad, it knows what it's tryin' to be. Decent hooks. Ain't my thing, but I've heard worse." A slight pause, and half-smiling, "...an' I don't recall that bein' what 14 year old girls wanted to hear. But maybe I was goin' for different girls'n they are."

Smirking, Briari rolls her eyes upwards as she throws the car into a higher gear, letting the engine roar to life down the street. "Well, /most/ shallow fourteen year olds who come from the suburbs like One Direction." After about twenty minutes of driving, she pulls into the parking lot of the more upscale mall in Saint Claire. After pulling up to the valet, she climbs out with a grin and hands the keys to the young man wearing a tuxedo. His eyes practically bug out at the sight of her car, as well the young woman in the stunning white dress. "Come along, Mister Sinclair. Let's go make you a respectable gentleman for the night."

Felix smirks back. "Well, that could be it, I reckon. Ain't spent a lot of time in suburbs." He does seem to like riding in the car well enough, especially when it's going quickly. When she pulls up, he steps out as well, and stretches. "The whole night? Ambitious." He saunters along with her, making a notable contrast with her current look; one might almost suspect him of playing that up just now, even. Certainly the valet looks briefly bemused by the juxtaposition.

Tucking a twenty into the valet's jacket pocket, Briari rumbles against his ear as she leans in close to him. "One scratch on my baby and I will tear your throat out with my teeth." Giving him a swat on the ass, she heads for the entrance with her usual upper class stride, nose slightly levitated though Felix can probably tell that it is an act. She is a cyber-nerd underneath it all. "So, Abercrombie or American Eagle?" She asks of him.

The swat to the poor valet gets another small smirk from the Galliard, and he heads along with Briari with much his own usual stride; chin slightly up, shoulders back, posture relaxed. This may not be his usual part of town, but he's still perfectly capable of giving off the impression that he thinks he owns it. "Dunno. Whichever's got a better fit for me, but it ain't like I've spent a lotta time in either, so I dunno which would."

"Hmm." Briari murmurs in thought as they step into the glass and marble walled mall filled with back to back stores positioned up against one another. "We'll just pop into a few places and see what works." She ducks into one, then another, humming to herself as she gives quick once-overs through the men's lines that she encounters. "So, how is Lilah doing these days?"

Felix gives quite a few things appraising once-overs himself -- mostly the men's clothes, although there's a glance or two at things that might suit Lilah, and at least one relatively subtle one at an actual girl. Still, it's mostly the clothes; he doesn't complain about ducking into any of the stores, and he actually seems fairly focused poking through the racks. And reasonably quick. He pulls a couple things out to examine them and hold them very briefly against himself, and vetos one of the stores immediately based on whatever it is that tells him. The question gets a sudden bright grin, though it's directed at a shirt rather than at Briari. "She's doin' pretty good, I reckon. Workin', 'course, that's mostly okay. Doin' various stuff when she's not. Some girl she kinda knows from her hometown dropped by, so that's new an' interestin'."

"Oh? That is interesting. It's good she has a friend in town. Hopefully it'll keep her out of all the trouble you try and put her in." Briari giggles as they head into another shop and she plucks out a black button down shirt in his size, then snags some light colored khaki pants. "Here we go. Let's just go with something simple and call it a day." She pops the tags off it and starts for the counter. "Head to the dressing room amd throw them on."

Felix arches a brow, looking the choices over. "You don't even know if they're gonna fit me," he says rather dubiously when she goes for the tags, "Let alone if they're gonna fit =well=. Which they better, 'cause if they don't it's gonna look like high school dance time." He accepts them from her, though, and eyes both a moment. "Well, at least they ain't pleated," he decides, and heads toward the changing rooms, snagging a black leather belt along the way.

"I've been watching you pick over sizes the last four shops. I have a photographic memory. " Briari calls over her shoulder to him as she steps tot he counter and rings the purchases up. "You'll be fine, if not, it's only dinner for one night." She picks over a few accessories near the counter and decides on a necklace that is a simple white gold chain, then puts it around her neck once she pays for the items.

"You're a chick, you oughta know you can't count on sizes," Felix replies, "Ours are better'n yours, but they still ain't that reliable. An' that don't even =start= considerin' the cut." He shakes his head, disappearing into the fitting area. It's several minutes before he emerges again, with what he was wearing before neatly folded over his arm. He's standing subtly differently, a little closer to Briari's own posture, and the clothes fit all right. He's done what he can about the details that he feels could be better. "Right. Reckon I'm ready, then."

"That's right. Guys always lie to us what eight inches actually looks like. It's why we must always be confused." Briari fires back at him as he ambles off to get dressed. The cashier bursts out laughing and holds a hand to her face, trying to control herself. As she waits for him to reappear, she is busy texting something or another on her phone. "You look good. Normal." She teases to him once he heads back out.

Felix grins roguishly over his shoulder as he goes, retorting, "I ain't never had to lie." The teasing on his return gets a small shrug, glancing down at himself. "Well, I generally aim higher'n 'normal'," he says, "but thanks. Good'll do." He shifts his weight a bit, just a few movements of certain body parts, and the briefly dormant portion of his usual confidence settles back over him like a mantle. "So. We set?"

<OOC> Briari says "I think we should pause or FTB. The baby has been screaming now for 6 hours straight and I'm flustered mentally."
<OOC> Felix sympathises :/