"Damn it Ibu," Clyde said, fixing his blazer and putting a Pocket Square into his right breast pocket. "This is way too high society even if were dressed like this." Despite his protest, Clyde went on straightening his Suit.
"I know Clyde, but this is the address Jay gave us, and we'll never have the chance in our lives to dine there ourselves. Especially because I get to empty Kyle's actual credit card and god knows how much is in there."
Clyde chuckled. "Does he even have any expenditures? It wouldn't surprise me if some staggering amount, you think he could have some percentage on our market cap?"
I shrugged. "I don't think he has enough in his pocket to boast about being some market figure. But at least we get to empty it before we go off-world and it gets seized."
Clyde shrugged as well, "Maybe he might not be too upset if you do the choice for him?"
"Me, not us?" I said, straightening my blazer and putting in my own Pocket Square.
"I don't want to be involved in any of this, and why do we need those napkins in our breast pockets?"
"Beats me, but it makes me look way more fancy, and it came with this rental suit." I walked up next to Clyde, and we eyed ourself up and down. "I know those black suits look way too classical, but we shouldn't try anything too fancy, and hey! This is a piece of history! Rental luxury clothing stores were one of the last big societal inventions before the Swedes swooped in and beat us to it."
Clyde's hand reached to his forehead as if he was in pain, "Sometimes history sounds like we had the option to choose between a nuanced report of the time or write down only parodies on everything that transpired to make youths in school question if that really is the best road their species has taken to come to this point."
"If only.." I shrugged. "History is written by the Victors, and Sweden formed the Directorate and later united the planet. I hate how they obscured such details. I would like to have a clearer view on why many regions chose to give up their cultural heritage to become Directorees. I'm one myself, but I can't help to wonder how it must be, to be a Hanoverin like you guys?"
"I don't think there isn't as big of a difference between you and I, do you think anyone could tell who here is a Directoree and who claims to their heritage from Northern Germany?"
"Good question, Clyde, sorry. I was only wondering what it must be like to have a straight identity like you guys."
Clyde chuckelt, "dont go down the rabbit hole Chloe has found herself inside, trying to be like the Germans of old, makes her forget the sacrifice our ancestors did to unify our people for the first time under one flag and how we maintained peace in europe for centuries till our neighbours grew envious of the clarity of purpose we had, but now were brothers and they enjoy it the same way we do, through the Directorate."
"Thanks, Clyde…" I looked him up and down once more. "We should be looking good like this, I… Really needed to hear that, sorry to drag you along like this."
He clapped me on the back. "That is what friends are there for, after all, I give you the moral support you need, and Kyle fills out nicely your monetary."
We chuckled, "Don't you think we should get moving? I would hate to grow roots and be here forever."
"Sure!" I said, clapping Clyde on the back, "Let's get going before you grow too comfortable in this dressroom."
We left the dressing room, feeling way less confident than the way we were dressed, but an image gets us a long way.
We went past the front desk and were greeted by the clerk for a second time. "Everything to your satisfaction?" The Clerk asked who guided us to the dress room and helped pick out the suits.
"No, everything is fine. It's a little tight compared to what I usually wear," I raised my arm and looked around my clothing. "But this is definitely a design part."
She smiled and nodded. "This suit really suits you, with your contours and slight muscles which are visible through your clothing. Your partner has made a good catch! She is in the waiting room."
I blushed slightly, "Ehm, she is not my partner!" The Clerk gave me that knowing look. "I mean - yeah, we are partners, but not in the way you mean! Going out with a Meldier is a death sentence,and I have Clyde here!"
The Clerk laughed. "You don't have to volunteer those informations on your personal life. Enjoy yourself out there!"
"I mean- you don't get me!" Clyde started to push me forward while he laughed, "Clyde say something she thinks im doing shady things three way."
He bonked me against the back of the head. "She thinks what you're telling her, and you're doing a piss por job convincing her of the opposite." Clyde shoved me out of the front desk to the waiting room, in which Sinne stood.