"You're a queen now." Dev observed after the ump-teen dress Izzy tried on at one of the shops.
"Shut it." Izzy fretted.
"Really, a dress doesn't do you. Just put on pants and be like me, mum." Dev handed over some baggy black trousers and a tunic to match.
"Thank you very much, for your consideration." Izzy remarked as she snatched it from him to see if it would fit. "You are due a new wardrobe yourself."
"Am I? Really?' He shook his head, no. Shorts and a beer T-shirt were enough for him. He'd bought sneakers. He was set for the plane.
"Don't bother." Izzy mumbled as he got in the slinky pants. He could see his package right away. Izzy winced. He put on the tunic as well, but it shown through.
He walked out the dressingroom and saw Dev's eyes open wide as if he were Elijah Wood realising he was a hobbit in real life and would never be anything else.
"Shit. Just how big is that wank of yours?" Dev grimaced.
"I dunno. Do you want to take a look see?" Izzy tried to humor him when all along he knew he was so much more than Dev. Izzy couldn't help but smile.
"Fuck, no." Dev scowled as if he'd had enough shopping to last a life time. "Lets just go."
"I can't." Izzy told him. "I need something to hold me boobs, and shoes. This isn't going to cut it."
"Fuck." Dev mimiced. "Just come and get me at the bar next door, will you?"
Izzy bit his bottom lip and watched Dev go. Izzy really did hate him, sometimes.