Those Neon Nights [NICK]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent was in desperate need of some new ties, which was why he was nosing around the clothing store in Northvale; although the name of the shop had slipped his mind completely. He'd never been any good at taking notice or remembering stuff like that. Anyway, it had been brought to his attention that his tie collection was getting duller and duller. The more exciting ones that he wore often ended up either accidentally being burnt or getting covered in alcohol, blood, vomit, and so on which was why he'd felt the need to buy more.

He'd ended up looking through a rail of oddly patterned shirts, easily being distracted while on his quest for ties. Over the top of the rail, there was a certain person that caught his eye. They just had something familiar that stuck out about them. Brent stood on his tiptoes to get a better look and, once he had, ducked back down again so quickly that he sent to whole rail of clothing toppling to the floor - crushing him.

If that was Nick or Nicki or whatever the hell he/she/it was then Brent was going to die. He'd fucking married that. Oh sweet Hephaestus, didn't that mean they were still married? Brent didn't remember a divorce, although he clearly remembered leaving Nick. Letting out a sob, he covered his face in the clothes that had fallen on him and prayed that he wouldn't be discovered.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Brickleees~ *dies everywhere* ✘ Tagged: Nickles!

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[nicole "nick" aether]

It was just another boring day for All You Need is Clothes's checkout clerk. He had just grudgingly finished fixing up that one rack of horrible, tacky-looking clothes about thirty minutes ago. Nick always wondered why they even bothered keeping those demonic shirts. The manager told him that they actually sold those things but that fact was impossible in the air faerie's mind. Who in all of hell would like to wear disgusting colors with eye-wrenching patterns? Speaking of which, Nick remembered he had a vertigo-inducing Hawaiian shirt in his closet that he needed to burn and made a mental note of that.

Anyway, since all the chores were done there was nothing left to do but just stand guard over the register in the rare case of someone coming in and buying something. It was only a matter of time before Nick's attention was focusing more on reading a magazine and properly filing his nails rather than the actual world around him. In fact, he didn't even see a customer walk right in. A customer that he knew. In fact, it was his husband, Brent McKinney.

Finally, the sound of a crash brought him back to his senses. An annoyed groan escaped his lips but he stood up and walked over to the source anyway to see what the damage was. Maybe even find the culprit and complain at them. However, Nick was surprised at what he saw. Of course, he didn't recognize the man under a rack of demonic shirts but once he did, he gasped dramatically. "Oh my gods! Brent McKinney you handsome beast yooou. It's been too long honey. How are you? Wait. Why are you under that rack of horrible shirts?"

[brent zachary mckinney]

It had been far too optimistic of him to hope that Nick wouldn't notice the huge crash and Brent knew that. So he wasn't surprised when he heard a groan coming from his husband's direction. Ugh, husband. Why? Why was he always the one to make such moronic mistakes that never failed to come back and bite him when he least expected them to?

He'd recognised him. It was just the hybrid's luck. "I, uh, hi. I fell." Brent sort-of-not-really-lied. He stared up at the man before wriggling out from under rack of clothes and climbing to his feet. Brent knew that Nick had to be questioning why he was looking at them in the first place but he didn't try to justify himself. They weren't 'horrible' though, they were... quirky!

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Brickleees~ *dies everywhere* ✘ Tagged: Nickles!

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[nicole "nick" aether]

Nick simply watched the hybrid in front of him stand up, running his brown eyes over Brent's outfit. Pleasantries and stuff could come later. Clothes first. Speaking of which, he probably needed to clean up that mess right after he gave a little fashion critique. His husband wasn't the best dresser in the world and those little details annoyed the heck out of him. It was either dress perfect or dress horrible. Anything in between would cause the poor victim to endure one of Nick's fashion lectures.

"Hon, you are torturing that poor blazer by wearing that strange jean shirt. Not to mention wearing those skinny jeans. Skinny jeans in those tops? That's a big nono. That leopard scarf would look good on just the shirt but with that blazer? Ugh. No. And don't even get me started on those boots." As Nick spoke, he paced around poor Brent and poked the articles of clothing that was mentioned. As he paced the air faerie put the rack back up then would occasionally stoop down to pick up dropped articles of clothing and put them back into their proper place. Multi-tasking was a very useful skill to learn.

[brent zachary mckinney]

Oooh no. Brent knew what was coming next. Nick was obviously taking in exactly what he was wearing right now and was about to comment on it too. There was no way of stopping him, so Brent stood there, scowling, until he'd finished. "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing." he argued, although he knew this was all exceedingly pointless. Brent couldn't just stand there and say nothing. "You... you have no right!" he added, wishing he'd at least try sounding a little more intimidating but Brent was still flustered by the fact that a) this was Nick and b) he'd just fallen over and was a total douche for deciding to shop here.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Brickleees~ *dies everywhere* ✘ Tagged: Nickles!

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[nicole "nick" aether]

"I kinda do since you knocked down my hard work." Nick paused from his work for a moment to point at the several scattered shirts on the floor. He decided to drop the subject of Brent's outfit for the moment. Even he knew that an angry Brent is a bad Brent to have. Besides, Nick didn't like purposely angering others. He had enough people who hated him already. Finally, he finished putting away the clothes in a semi-presentable way before brushing past the hybrid and back to his post at the cashier. "I'll just be here, hon. Call me if you need me." Nick turned his attention back to his nails. A few minutes passed. Then another. No sound was heard besides the rustling of clothes and hangers. "So, how've you been?" The fae broke the silence, unable to stand the tense atmosphere in the room.

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent carried on glaring. Glaring was better than developing an argument further, wasn't it? Knocking down Nick's 'hard work' hadn't been his fault and it still didn't give the guy a good enough reason to go around criticising him as he had previously done. It was rude and unnecessary in Brent's opinion. "Yeah, sure." he muttered dully, glad that Nick was going to back off and get on with whatever he was supposed to be doing. Brent was definitely not going to get any help from him. No way.

He continued browsing through the clothing collection, not quite sure what he was going to buy at this point. Brent just felt uncomfortable. He didn't feel up to the walk of shame out of the shop without having bought anything yet. And if he did purchase anything, there was no doubt in his mind that Nick wouldn't comment on it. His head snapped up when the air faerie couldn't manage to keep his mouth shut, just as Brent had feared. "Fine. More than fine. Brilliant." he aimed a horribly false smile in his direction, speaking through gritted teeth.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Brickleees~ *dies everywhere* ✘ Tagged: Nickles!

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[nicole "nick" aether]

Nick simply shook his head and sighed as Brent started being more... well, Brenty. Normally, he wouldn't be so calm but this was Brent. It was normal for the McKinney to be such a diva, even more so than Nick. "If you don't want to answer the question you can just tell me. No need to get all diva-y on me." Blunt honesty, it might not take you anywhere good but at least it took you somewhere no matter who you used it on. The air faerie's father always taught her to be as honest as possible since there's so little of it in the world of the big stage.

[brent zachary mckinney]

He was not being diva-y. This was normal Brent behaviour and he wasn't normally a diva, was he? Brent didn't think so. Nick was just trying to wind him up then. That was it. "Excuse me. I'm not being 'diva-y'. Isn't that your job?" He placed a hand on his hip and looked at Nick incredulously. He wasn't happy, not at all. He just wanted more ties and other clothes but nooo he had to put up with being insulted now too.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Brickleees~ *dies everywhere* ✘ Tagged: Nickles!

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[nicole "nick" aether]

Oh dear... Nick was trying hard not to laugh but could only contain it in snickers. He knew that could only make it worse but he couldn't help himself! Brent was sooo a diva and that hybrid was acting the part perfectly. So perfectly, in fact, that Nicki was stamping her stamp of approval all over this scene. "Diva-y? You must be talkin' about Nicki! She's the real diva. I'm just a normal person without her." Nick winked and laughed. It was true though. If he hadn;t found his inner Nicki then he would have just been an ordinary person.