Dom craned his head around and peered into the crowd. "With?" "That shirt," Orlando breathed, resting a hand over his chest. "It's beautiful." "Um...if it's the one I think you're looking at, it looks like a crapload of fish laid eggs on it and swam off. Probably in terror." "Fuck off, it's brilliant," Orlando stated, shoving Dom playfully. "Now, who's wearing it? One of the Orcs, right?" "Yeah." Dom peered again, forehead crinkling in thought. "Lawrence, maybe?" "A local, yeah?" "I guess." "Brilliant." Orlando rubbed his hands together. "I'll get Karl to introduce me." * * * "Karl, mate, who's the bloke in the fab shirt?" "Who?" Karl twisted slightly, then flashed Lawrence a wicked grin. "That, my friend, is Orlando Bloom. Plays Legolas. Be careful, his taste in clothing is almost as hideous as yours." Lawrence grinned, sweeping a few strands of hair from his face. "I see that." "Is that orange, you think, or some twisted shade of pink?" "Dunno, but I love it." Karl shook his head, wincing as the light caught the shirt in shockingly bright shimmers. "Frightening thought." Lawrence clapped a hand on Karl's back, grin wide. "Wanna introduce me?" "Fuck yeah." * * * "Hi." "Hi." "Orlando...Lawrence. Lawrence...Orlando," Karl said, laughing. Neither Orlando nor Lawrence noticed. "Great shirt." "Yeah, yours too." Dom stifled a chuckle. Orlando and Lawrence just continued to step closer to each other. Orlando's hand hovered over Lawrence's chest. "May I?" "Please." "Nice." Orlando grinned, practically bouncing when Lawrence leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Yeah, alright. Now?" Lawrence nodded. Karl and Dom watched in amused silence as they wandered off, Lawrence's arm tight around Orlando's waist. "What'dyou think he said?" Dom asked. "Dunno," Karl replied, slinging a companionable arm over Dom's shoulders. "But fuck forbid they go shopping together." Onto Perfect Accessory
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