“No, that’s not right…” Wesley mumbled, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his vibrantly-plaid button-down shirt, exposing his dark chest hair. “That’s better.”
Journeying to his closet, he picked out a pair of black jeans from his high-school days. His mom had admonished him when he had packed these with the rest of his stuff, but now they would finally be put to use. Squeezing his muscled legs into the tight leg holes, he could barely pull them up to his waist. Already feeling numbness below his torso, he somehow got them zipped up and waddled back to his mirror. “Fantastic! Now, we accessorize.”
Putting on a pair of lensless circular glasses and wrapping a thick argyle scarf around his neck, the outfit was almost complete. Just one more thing. Pulling out a pair of his dad’s 60’s-vintage flower-pattern loafers, Wesley smiled. The perfect shoe.
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“Dude, what are you dressed like that for?” asked Damian Lillard, who only wore basketball shorts and a Nike t-shirt.
“Portland chicks love hipsters.”
“They also love millionaire basketball players,” Damian pointed out. “You look like a tool.”
“That may be true, but I’m a tool who’s going to be drowning in hot hipster pu-”
“Hey, are we leaving now or not?” Robin Lopez interrupted. “I’m getting tired of you two girls talking about your clothes.”
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“Man, this place sucks,” Damian whined, sitting with Robin at a table in the dim indie-rock venue. “The girls here won’t even give me the time of day.”
“Tell me about it,” Robin concurred. “A bunch of ice queens up in here. Hey, where’d Wes go?”
“He just went to get some drinks. Let me see if I can spot him,” Damian responded, craning his neck over to the bar. There was some sort of commotion going on, with several women in glasses similar to Wesley’s pushing and shoving each other. When the crowd parted for an instant, he could see his teammate standing there with a helpless smile on his face as multiple women attempted to flirt with him.
Damian turned back to Robin. “I guess he was right. Portland chicks love hipsters.”