Guest and Richie have always been the closest two in the losers club, doing almost everything and anything together. Attached by the hip, as their parents would say. One of the things they had learned from spending almost all their time with Richie was that he wouldn’t be caught dead in something other than a Hawaiian polo shirt or a T shirt.

Right now, Guest and Richie had been getting ready together for Stanley’s bar-mitzvah. Guest stood in front of a full body mirror, fixing his hair, touching up the little strands that stood up, adjusted his tie to not be so choking before Richie walked into the room. Wearing a suit.

Almost the first time he's probably worn something nice.

“I clean up nicely, huh?”

He says confidently, as he does a quick spin to ‘show off the outfit’.