"It's a house party," he rolled his eyes. "Anything fancy has the potential to be ruined, so stick with a nice t-shirt and a jacket." He motioned to himself by way of example. "If you show up with anything that remotely looks like it belongs as part of a suit you'll be chased into the pool within twenty minutes."

He came up beside him, looking through the jeans and finding the pair he had liked on Malcolm, pressing them to the other's chest, patting them before retreating again.