“Mr. McCoy, this will be over sooner if you quit moving.” Jack sighed as he tried to stay as still as possible, but it was hard for him to do nothing. He loved to fidget his arms and legs a lot, even while standing still, so not moving anything was pure torture to him. Also, standing in front of his mother, his butler, and a total stranger in his underwear. Jack was in the fitting room of Jarron’s department store, which was large but not large enough to feel spacious. Jack was in the middle of the room in his briefs, getting measured by a middle-aged man with a tape measure. He was making sure everything was as precise as could be, making sure it was accurate down to the tenth of an inch. This was not the way Jack wanted to spend his Sunday. He was hoping he would be spending this time either playing video games, going to his neighbor’s, or maybe going to see more of Hollywood. He had yet to see a lot of LA, and he loved the history of the city, but no, he was standing in front of people in his boxer briefs.
“How much longer is this going to take?” Mary looked around the at the various fabrics “This can take as long as you want dear, the sooner we get this over the sooner we can leave” Jack grunted, he really didn't like clothes shopping, he liked having nice clothes but he really didn't like shopping for them and ever since he became rich it felt like he been doing more and more of these fittings for suits, suits he would outgrow in a few years but I guess this is what rich people did waste money one stuff they will only wear once. Richard smiled as he took a cookie from the free snack table in the private fitting room “Don’t worry master Jack he is almost done, he only needs to measure your waist for the vest now” Jack sighed “Sure, sure, can I at least pick out the color?” Mary, pacing around the room, replied emphatically, “No, the annual Bel Air Charity ball is a very high-class affair, white shirt, black jacket only, though they didn't specify the tie color, so you can pick out the color of the bow tied.” Jack sighed, “Well, that is something at least. I still don't like doing this.”
Mary said, “I know you don’t like it son but glad you are, this really helps me out” Jack sighed “You are welcome mom” Mary smiled “By the way your friend Cassidy called me while you were at Mr. Mitchel's house” Jack’s face froze and lost all of its color for as second “What did you talk about?” Mary replied, “Oh, we talked for about an hour; she was wondering what she needed to wear to the charity event, I told her, and we started talking about our lives.” Jack replied, “What all did you talk about?” Mary shrugged, “Just about our lives, where she is from, her family, our family, and how we got here.” Jack realized that the call had been very low-key and nothing had happened, and took a breath. It was then that the tailor, who was measuring Jack, put his tape measure away and spoke, “Well, that’s all we need for the measurements. We should be able to deliver the product to your doorstep in five days.” Mary thought this over in her mind, “What if we picked it up here? Could we do that?” The man nodded, “Of course, if that is what you wish, you can pick it up in three days.” Mary nodded, “I’ll send some guys to pick it up.”
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Jack let out a breath of relief as he started to put his clothes back on. He was glad to no longer be almost naked in front of other people. “Well, I am glad this is over now.” The tailor left the room as Jack wiped his forehead. “Can we go now?” Mary shook her head, we still need to need to get, your shoes and pick out your bow tie” Jack rolled his eyes “Ok fine, I don't know how to tie a bow tie though” That was when Richard piped up “Don’t worry master Jack I will do that for you when the time comes” Jack replied “Well I got to go to the bathroom, I will be back in a minute” He quickly made his way to the back of the private fitting room through the rack of coats to the bathroom in the back of the store. He went into the private bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the toilet. He carefully pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and called Cassidy. After a few moments, she picked up “Hello?” Jack replied, “Why did you call my mom?” “I called her to find out what kind of dress I needed to wear to the party,” Jack grunted. “Did you talk about anything else?” “Uh, a little bit, I suppose. She talked about how she grew up. I must say that while I find the oil industry predatory and disgusting, I do admire he can do attitude; it is very inspiring.” Jack rolled his eyes. “Yes, very inspiring, did you say anything about me?” “Just how we meant.” “Did you tell her about... You know what?” “What? Are you gay? Of course, not... though you will have to tell her at some point you can't hide it forever,” Jack replied. “I will get that when I get to it.” It was then that he heard a voice in the distance say, “Hey, babe, where do you keep the towels? I think I spilled some soda,” Cas replied to him. “Over on the counter and under the sink,” Jack had heard that voice before. He had the same Brooklyn accent as a person he had met a while back, she was dating Billy Vercelli.
