>>6038951>>6038985You acquiesce and decide to respect Heather's boundaries, leaving her to enact her own therapy. She is very grateful and happy, and quickly ascends to the roof to begin working on her regimen of emotional release through primal screaming.
You suddenly realise that you are now very much alone, wandering all by yourself in the abandoned Dead Mall.
Donnie Raoul is nowhere to be found - you have a feeling he was not too keen on participating in feminist relationship catharsis anyway. He has probably left you to loot stores or sell drugs.
Your mind quickly turns to what would be appropriate and avant garde to wear to an underground summer goth party. Goths are known for their elaborate and antiquated impractical formalwear. But what if... you took something that had been de-casualised, elevated to formal occasionwear, and then transposed it back to an alternative sartorial context, for instance... the de-casualisation of shorts! Black goth couture shorts, that expose sunburnt knees and impress with a flattering thigh-calf ratio in a youthful yet forceful, hard-edged ensemble. The sheer masculinity of this look cannot be questioned; it shall become the loincloth of the corporate age.
HANG ME UP TO DRY Cold War Kids
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UyI5NoafitoCareless in our summer clothes, splashing around
In the muck and the mire
Careless in our summer clothes, splashing around
In the muck and the mire
Fell asleep with stains
Cake deep in the knees
What a pain
Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out
Too too too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the whites
The whites of your eyes
All mixed up in the wash
Hot water bleeding our colors
All mixed up in the wash
Hot water bleeding our colors
