The second I saw the dress, I texted Mason. I had to make sure he wasn’t planning to show up to Shauri’s dinner wearing a Hawaiian shirt bearing pants-less men.
Naomi:I know I told you to be yourself at Shauri’s event tonight, but I have a request.
Mason:We haven’t even started and you’re already breaking the rules.
Naomi:Not breaking, so much as bending them (for the sake of a first impression).
Mason:You understand that first impressions and me = cock out. Is that the rule we’rebending?
Naomi:Not in public! (Though you may be able to barter for cock-out-party-games after hours).
Mason:I’m listening.
Naomi:Tonight we’re having a fancy dinner downtown. I’ve managed to score this hot-as-fuck dress, and I was hoping you might show up in something nice to match.
Mason:The only “hot-as-fuck dress” you own is the one from Ned and Olivia’s wedding… which you fucked me in *wink emoji*.
Naomi:This one will put that one to shame.
Mason:Not possible.
Mason:Unless we’re replaying the events in the truck in this new dress …
Naomi:I’ll be wearing an Andromeda original.
Mason:Was that a no?
Naomi:She’s a super famous designer from Las Vegas.
Mason:So definitely a “no”.
Naomi:Maybe I’ll give you a massage instead … not in the dress (it’s probably worth half a year’s income).
Mason:Take the dress off (which is how I prefer you). We’re selling the dress on eBay right now.
Naomi:Tempting. But I’m 100% wearing it first. Better keep your greasy hands off it if you want to sell it.
Mason:Fine.What am I supposed to wear to match this stupidly expensive dress?
Naomi:A tie. A suit jacket. Slacks. Do you own those things?
Mason:I have a Hawaiian suit I could wear …
Naomi:Of course, you do.
Mason:You can find ANYTHING on the internet.
Naomi:Did you dry clean the suit from Ned and Olivia’s wedding?
Mason:And remove the sweet smell of your hot body as you …
Mason:You see what I did there? I left a little to the imagination.
Naomi:Gold star.
Naomi:Is that a “no” on the suit?
Mason:My wedding shirt had penises on it, remember?