"Sure," Steven says. "I'll talk with Thace and with Hythlodaeus, they're both ridiculously tall and Hythlo's started wearing things that aren't robes on occasion."
"Robes just seem like they'd be so drafty," Jules says absently. "But yeah, that's good. Having a group of those of us who are, uh, wardrobe-challenged is probably a good idea."
"They can be comfy," Steven says. "I was stuck as a Galra for a day and had to borrow one of Hythlo's robes because I couldn't fit in my own clothes. But yeah, we should have a group or something. At the very least, you should come over to Fight Club some night and I'll introduce you to Thace. And hell, spot you a drink or two."
"Oh, that'd be good!" Mostly because Steven doesn't realize how dumb Jules gets when he's drunk. No one who realizes that would ever offer him a drink or two, at least, that's been Jules's experience. bold of him to assume he's not dumb even without the alcohol
"Hey, thanks!" It's nice to have friends who don't realize the level of drunken disaster you can become. "Let me know if you need any IT work done at the Fight Club thing, too."
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Steven is likely to regret this, yes. But he's also not going to rescind the offer now that it's been made.
"De nada," Steven says with a shrug. "You're a friend and coworker, after all."
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