His eyebrow raised of his own accord. Spencer's telling him how to wear his clothes, directing him to unbutton his collar? Lassiter snorts. That's really too much from someone who would never understand the importance of dressing smartly and projecting a professional image.
"You and the rude guy in the scruffy designer label? It was," he tilts his head from side to side, making a show of finding the correct phrase, even though he already has it, "different. I think I'll pass on making a fool of myself on stage. Thanks."
His fingers creep up to the collar of his shirt, it is a little stuffy in here, one button won't make him look like a hobo. He flicks it through the hole with a flick of his fingers, and then removes his tie properly. He can do casual, and not just because Spencer told him to.
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Date: 2007-11-12 10:49 pm (UTC)"You and the rude guy in the scruffy designer label? It was," he tilts his head from side to side, making a show of finding the correct phrase, even though he already has it, "different. I think I'll pass on making a fool of myself on stage. Thanks."
His fingers creep up to the collar of his shirt, it is a little stuffy in here, one button won't make him look like a hobo. He flicks it through the hole with a flick of his fingers, and then removes his tie properly. He can do casual, and not just because Spencer told him to.