[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "Come on, lovely. Let's get me dressed."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and tugs him along.


"I think this place will have what we're looking for," he says as he pushes a shop door open, and the typist plays fast and loose with NYC geography.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and steps inside. "All right. Dress me up."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins at him, then braces himself for the shop.

"I know nothing about color," he confesses as they begin to wander among the racks.

[golden_lyre]

"Blue is always good," says Orpheus, frowning a bit as he looks through the options. Not his usual style, but he can work with it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve picks out a charcoal-grey button down shirt, that has a shimmery blue tone to it. "Maybe something like this?"

[golden_lyre]

"That should work just fine," Orpheus says as he takes it from Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It looks like they don't exactly carry dinner jackets," Steve says as they move on.

[golden_lyre]

"Were you planning something fancy for dinner?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not tuxedo-fancy," Steve says. "The shirt itself might be enough, with a tie..."

[golden_lyre]

He wrinkles his nose at the mention of a tie but nods. "I'll probably need pants too," he points out, glancing to his very well-worn jeans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at him, and gets a little speculative smile.

"Trousers," he says, shaking himself out of it, and goes to another rack.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head a little at that smile but follows Steve to the other rack.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Grey and black?" Steve says, choosing a pair. "Is that too unimaginative?"

[golden_lyre]

"Grey and black is classic," Orpheus says. "Unless you want a pin stripe or a plaid or something, it's probably the best."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay. I think I like these." He holds the pants to Orpheus's waist, to get an idea of how they'll look.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods his approval.

"I...probably need to buy some underwear if I'm going to try them on."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smirks, but only says, "I think I saw some near the cash registers."

[golden_lyre]

"I'll be right back, then," he says, and heads up to buy some underwear and have an interesting conversation with the cashier about it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and wanders around the racks a little more, mostly being puzzled by the directions mens' fashion is taking.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus comes back holding up a pair of boxers. "Let's get this done."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hands him the shirt and trousers. "The dressing rooms are this way."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus flashes him a grin. "You want to come in and help?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve blushes and nods.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes a quick look around and then tugs Steve into one of the rooms with him.