[They'll get drunk and throw up on each other, it's fine.

One of his shoulders shrugs a little, brushing the hand that's trying to feel the mesh of the glittery shirt (awful).] I couldn't wear the same one, or you'd get on me. [Look, they have shown him they would die about fashion. He can do the barest of minimum.]

The button-down was nice, but this is way better. I know because you won't stop looking at it on me.