Star Trek: Starbase 777 - yellow-rose-western-wear

[D] Inside Yellow Rose Western Wear, you'll find a charming blend of rustic and modern elements. The walls are adorned with weathered wooden panels, showcasing vintage photographs of rodeos, cowboys, and scenic landscapes. Warm, ambient lighting casts a cozy glow throughout the space. Well-organized racks display an array of Western attire, from intricately embroidered cowboy boots and rugged denim jeans to soft flannel shirts and leather vests. A central display features beautifully crafted belt buckles and silver accessories. The checkout counter boasts a worn, leather surface, adding to the authentic Western feel. Antique barrels and wooden crates serve as both decoration and functional display fixtures, showcasing stacks of cowboy hats and neatly folded bandanas. A comfortable seating area invites customers to relax as they try on cowboy hats or browse through Western-themed literature. Above, a wooden beam ceiling adds a touch of rustic elegance, while the scents of leather and aged wood linger in the air.

[D] Having heard that there was a new shop opening that sold clothes and goods from his neck of the woods, Randy had taken the first opportunity after his shift, eager to purchase a new pair of boots, his own starting to really show their age in recent days. He was content to mill around the store, throwing a kindly smile to the owner and the score of other people who too had flooded into the shop as soon as it had opened.

@Lt. Lorin Redwood

Ace was one of those people! He was here to find some cute cowboy clothes. What, he liked the aesthetic. He hoped to find some cowboy boots. He was wearing a leather aviator jacket, he’d always loved real leather. Maybe he’d get a belt buckle too. Anyhow, he was here, he looked good, and he spotted the guy he met at the smokehouse! “Hey, Randy! How’s it going?”

At the sound of someone calling his name, Randy whipped around, a bright grin plastering itself onto his face at the sight of his friend. With the grace of an overexcited golden retriever puppy, the huge tactial officer bounded over to Ace, stopping just short of running into him and waving happily. "Howdy Ace! Fancy seein' you here! Grand openins' sure are somethin'!" He said with an enthusiastic nod. "Ya' lookin' tuh' get some garb? I'm gunna' finally replace ma' ol' worn out boots!"

Ace smiled at the man’s enthusiasm. He wasn’t as much of a golden retriever as Randy, but he did wave. He was happy to see the guy again, he had been great company back at his bull riding failure. Or was it a success? He did stay on for a while. Well it was a failure because he lost a bet, but anyhow. He had money again, and he was spending it on leather. “I’ve been to a few grand openings. Mostly for restaurants but there was one comic shop opening that I was at. I was really into comics as a kid. But hey! What a coincidence, I’m also here for boots! I want some nice ones for going out but comfy enough to dance in.”

"Woo wee that sounds as fun as swimmin in a horse trough!" He said with a grin, nodding as Ace spoke. He had never been to a comic shop...maybe that is something he'd have to check out next time he was planetside. The brute gestured for Ace to follow along, and made his way over to the display of all different styles, shapes and colors of boots. "Sumthin' nice but comfy hmmm..." He pondered, running a hand along his chin in thought, before snapping and grabbing a nice brightly colored pair of square toed boots off of the shelf. "These are mighty comfy! I gotta pair a' square toes maself'!"

“Is swimming in a horse trough fun? I love horses but I don’t know if I’d want to take a dip in their water. Seems rude to me. But yeah, anyhow. You gotta get yourself to Warp 9 Comics on Deneva, I loved that place as a kid. Tons of series you’ve probably never heard of, lots of small creators, and so much cool art. They’ve got some cool manga too.” He always liked the more action based comics. He’d patiently wait for the newest ones to come out, he’d even drawn bad fanart as a kid. The perks of living in a city as a kid was that there were so many cool stores everywhere. “Whoa, they look nice. Real leather too? My jacket’s real, I got it ages ago and it’s held up really well. I guess I’ll try a pair on. I’ve never been much of a cowboy boots person, I guess that changed when I saw how good they looked on you back at the smokehouse. I think I can pull it off.” He took the pair from Randy. They were red and orange like a sunset, they looked really nice. He tried them on, and they were really comfy! “You weren’t kidding, I could run away from a murderous hologram in these bad boys any day.”

Randy flushed with slight embarrassment, the tips of his ears quickly turning red. “I ain’t got no clue, its jus’ a turn a phrase, a’ grew up with a pool tuh’ swim in.” He said, turning back to the boots to find a pair that also interested him. “I tend tuh’ avoid tha’ real stuff ma’self, but there is definitely somethin’ ‘bout it that sure is appealin’! Heck, with boots as nice as em’ I’d be half tempted ma’self!” He said, gesturing to the brightly colored boots that Ace had tried on. He took the pair of black and red faux-snakeskin boots he’d grabbed for himself and tried them on, pleased at how well they fit, and that there had even been some in a size big enough for him. “Murderous hologram? Shoot! You encounter them often?” He asked, slightly concerned if that was something that happened with frequency.

“Oh, that makes sense.” He laughed at his own misjudgment. He was really happy with these boots though, they were very comfy. He took them off, carrying them with him to buy later. He went over to the belt buckles next, wondering which one he wanted. “It lasts a long time, that’s why I like it. But yeah, murderous holograms. What were you doing when the Rapture got infected with that computer virus? I was crawling through the vents to escape it!”

He dutifully followed Ace over to the belt buckles, his own new pair of boots still on his person, appreciating getting a good feel for the material, and what he'd be wearing for a few years to come. "Oh that! Not gunna' lie, I slept through mosta' tha' stuff 'cuz I had a day off!" He said with a deep, rumbling belly laugh, shrugging.

“Damn, you must be one hell of a heavy sleeper. That little shit of a virus nearly suffocated the whole Bridge, sent a shit ton of deadly holograms after us. One of them pushed me over. Don’t worry though, I got my revenge. Made a program to trap the virus, Sakkath tricked it into going in, and I put the sucker onto a external hard drive to send off. Not that I trust Cybersecurity too much now, but hey. Captain’s orders are Captain’s orders, and I’m not a software engineer. I just program shit for fun.” He picked up a belt buckle with a desert engraving- cacti and sand dunes. It looked cool, he thought. It’d be a nice addition to his belt. Plus, he liked silver.

Randy raised his eyebrow in shock, amazed at how much had happened while he was blissfully asleep. "Well hell! Ain't that somethin', seems like all tha' crazy stuff happens while I'm sleepin'!" He picked up a belt buckle in the shape of a flexed bicep in a bright rose gold color, eyeing it with interest before snatching it up, and adding it to the quickly growing array of items he intended on purchasing.

“Seems like it! Stay up one time and see what happens! Maybe you’ll catch something less deadly. Hopefully, I’m useless unless I’m either flying something or the threat’s computer-based. But yeah man, I was making that program like the keyboard was on fire and the air was being replaced with pure oxygen, you should’ve seen it.” He noticed Randy picking up another belt buckle. The bicep was a bit on-the-nose. Randy deserved it though, with those biceps. And the rose gold suited him. He’d look good with that on his belt, the perfect addition to his cowboy attire. Ace wasn’t a big rose gold man, sure he had a few things in it, but he thought silver was more his style. Either silver or regular gold. And silver was trendy now. “That belt buckle looks nice. I think I’ll get this desert patterned one.”

“Well, sounds like you had a helluva’ big part in keepin’ tha’ ship safe! Good on yuh’ man! Be glad it wudn’t me on tha’ computer, or all of us woulda’ bit tha’ dust fer’sure! A’m as bad with computers as a manatee is with calculus!” He said with a bellowing chuckle, slapping his knee amusedly. “Desert pattern! Love it! You like tha’ silver stuff then? I think that goes well with your skin tone! A’ definitely am a rose gold or regular gold kinda’ guy, but what canna’ say, I like shiny things! I reckon’ a’m a bit like a crow in that way or sumthin’!” He said with a grin, shaking his head incredulously.

“Well, we’ve all got different strengths. If I had to fight someone, we all would’ve been toast. Not too good with that, you saw me getting thrown around on that bull like a sack of feathers.” He laughed along with Randy. Ace was a free-spirited guy who wasn’t afraid to laugh and be silly. If you looked into Ace’s brain it would be 20% jokes, 60% obscure tech knowledge, and 20% programming skills. There was nothing else in there. He couldn’t do math unless it was either programming-related or piloting-related. But Ace was definitely good with computers. “Oh, I love silver. Definitely goes with my skin color. Also silver’s pretty popular now, I’ve been seeing a lot more silver jewelry around. Rose gold looks good on you definitely. Both of us are crows after all the shiny things honestly.”

He chuckled, remembering the sight of his friend getting thrown around on the mechanical bull like he was a particularly heavy blanket instead of a whole person. Randy appreciated how Ace, while small, was still as fearless as they came, something that he too could relate to as well, with his iron constitution. “Oh hell yeah! It’s a certified classic for sure! ‘Specially considerin’ our fancy silver lookin’ combadges!” He said with a nod and a grin. “We should go about cawing at this point!”

Ace certainly was a particularly heavy blanket. Well he was soft and warm at least. Ace was small maybe, but he was absolutely fearless. He walking into every situation with his characteristic eager-to-please attitude to get shit done to impress his superiors. What could he say, he was after that promotion as much as anyone else. “I love the fancy commbadges man. One of mine broke so I got a new one and took the old one apart. Some nice neat wiring in there, good stuff. But yea! Caw caw indeed. If I’m left in here for long enough I’ll have enough shiny things that I’ll be out of money.”

"Whadya' do with tha' guts of it? Make some sorta' doohicky?" He asked, unsure if Ace liked to tinker along with other computer things. "I hear that! Man, I want just about one a' everthin'!" He exclaimed, distracted by the sight of a dark red suede cowboy hat.

“Nah, it’s still on my desk. I’m not sure what to do with it. I’ve not got the skills to make anything out of it except a cool desk ornament. Wait, that cowboy hat is really cool! Is it allowed to try it on?” He asked, wanting to see if it made Randy look any taller. The man was already gigantic, but he wanted to see if he could gain a few more inches. Ace wore heels to do that. Or platforms. Whatever went with his outfit.

He looked around, shrugged, and plopped the hat down onto his head, pleasantly surprised it fit straight out of the gate. "Wha, ain't this somethin! It actually fits on my big ol' melon ofa' head!" He said excitedly, a wide grin on his face at the prospect of actually being able to buy a hat off of the rack, something he hadn't been able to do in quite some time.

“Well, you are a cowboy, it’s fitting the cowboy hat fits you. I’m gonna go pay for my stuff before I spend all my money on more cowboy accessories. Otherwise I’d grab three more belt buckles.” So, he walked over to the register to wait in line to pay for his things.

"Bright idea! I wudn't wanna spend all ma' allowance at one time, my Poppa'd have a conniption!" He said, following Ace to check out. Once they had paid, Randy grinned and threw Ace an exagerated wave goodbye and took his leave.

[D] He had been told by countless people on the station, that he should go to something called a ‘western wear’ shop which confused the elements out of him, why would there be clothes just for the direction of west? And why would it merit an entire store? That was something that he was in the very shop to find out. The tall, uniformed Romulan had been walking around, amazed at seeing things so similar, yet different to the fashion and objects from home, amazed that something from Earth could have so many parallels. It was in this gawking that Jaroth came across a red haired Human trying on what appeared to be a combination of some intricately designed boots, a fringey pair of black shorts with a belt that had a massive shiny buckle…quite the sight to say the least. The boots though, they looked both comfortable and practical, while also being showy and fun…he needed to get his hands on pair. He cleared his throat and approached, not wanting to spook the guy, knowing that his size could be intimidating for some if he approached too quickly sometimes, and waved, a bright smile on his face. “Jolan tru partner! Might a’ ask whur’ yuh’ got those fancy boots? I’m thinkin’ I might wanna try onna’ pair ma’self!” He said, his Sadallian accent as thick as ever as his Rihannsu was translated through the UT.

Allan had been told by a fellow engineer while on duty that there was this shop had not only fantastic heeled boots within its walls, but also shorts - and not just shorts, short shorts. That got him to go straight there after his shift, and so here he was, trying on a pair of fringey black shorts that left very little to the imagination, and a belt with a large silver buckle to match. He had no clue why the buckle itself was so massive - it seemed to be a trend among most of the belts in this shop, actually, many of them all had some sort of design on the large buckle as well. He had some boots on too, of course, a pair of black 'cowboy boots' that also had some silver throughout them, including on the toes of the boots - silver and black was a good look together, he supposed. As he stood in the mirror and contemplated what might look good as a top with the outfit, he tried to look around to see how his ass looked in the shorts and was then interrupted by a voice asking him... "Oh, these?" He looked down at the boots and sort of clinked the toes together. "Probably with the rest of the boots, they're pretty nice, but, um-" he looked up at the man, smiling as he gestured for him to follow him over to the section where the boots were. "They've got, like, a crazy selection here. Like, if you're looking for any kind of these boots, sure as hell they've got it."

He had to hold in his chuckles at the sight of Allan trying to size himself up in the mirror, always finding it funny to see people do things when left to their own devices. Jaroth in particular had always been fascinated with mirrors, and was always enraptured at the sight, and well, if he looked like the stranger did, he’d probably be spending more time in front of them anyway. When Allan looked down at the boots he was wearing, Jaroth nodded, curious about the shiny black boots with silver throughout, an especially interesting combo. He returned Allan’s smile, happy to have run across someone so friendly and helpful after his random approach. “Oh I reckon’ they would! This place seems like its gotta’ bit a’ everthin’! All tha’ stuff here is so neat, it looks almost like the fashions an’ styles from home, but justa’ bit alien y’know! A’ dig it!” He said enthusiastically, before following Allan along to the boot section like a overgrown duckling. When they got to the boot section, his eye was immediately drawn to a dark brown colored pair with brass accents, a…loud style, but one he couldn’t help but want to see closer. “Man, I tell ya’ that Earth styles sure are tha’ best! Sucha’ good mix a’ style and comfort! Ma’ people still haven’t quite figured out tha’ ‘style’ part yet!” He said with a chuckle and a half shrug.

"Riiight? They've got a crazy amount of stuff, where's home?" Allan asked, assuming this Romulan was from maybe like, a colony or something, or maybe even just some place on Earth that wasn't ... well, from the looks of the things here, Texas. Allan had been to Texas maybe a few times, but not enough to know... whatever this all was. He watched the man approach the boots, trying to follow his gaze to see which pair he was looking at. "Are they? I mean, I guess they're pretty good, they're what I grew up on- well, not these, but - Earth styles." He laughed a little when the man said his people hadn't figured out the style part, though, although he wasn't even exactly sure who the man was referring to, it was simply polite to laugh along. "Oh! By the way, um, my name's Allan," he said, fidgeting with the belt he was still wearing a little (maybe it was too tight?) before looking back up at the man, who was in a sciences uniform. Why were there so many cute Romulan scientists on the station? Must be some sort of conspiracy. "I, um, do engineering stuff when I'm not trying on clothes."

"A'm fromma' planet called Sadall, right on tha' Federation/Republic border, n' I grew up onna' rorse ranch outsidea' our capital city! Whudda' 'bout you?" He asked, knowing that Humans, just like Romulans, had thousands of colonies spread all over space. He knew Earth, because it was their home and the captial of the Federation, had the most Humans. Maybe he'd have to take a visit sometime down the road. "Shooo wee that musta' been nice! Since a' joined Starfleet a've been wearin' Earth styles mostly ma'self! I like sumthin' y'all call 'hoochie daddy shorts' a ton!" He said, using air quotes around the unfamiliar slang. When Allan introduced himself, Jaroth bowed slightly, before waving in to what would be considered an exaggerated way if it were anyone else other than the frankly ridiculous Romulan. "Jolan tru Allan! Nice tuh' make yur' 'quaintence! Ma' name is Jaroth ir-Nolus tr'Vandu'kolav, but ya' can just call me Jaroth!" He said with a bright grin, shaking his head, knowing that while his name was shorter than most, it could still be a mouthful at the best of times. He watched carefully as the Human seemed to fidget with the belt that, as much as Jaroth wouldn't say it, looked way too tight, and worried if he was making the guy nervous. To be fair, he thought, a seven foot tall Romulan, even one with as relaxed posture and open a facial expression as he had, could definitley be an imposing sight to some. In an effort to make the Human that much more comfortable, he took a few paces back, stepping well outside of stabbing range, and grinned as bright as can be before responding. "Ah! An engineer! Y'all do tha' elements work keepin' tha' rest a' us all safe n' breathin'!" He said with an emphatic nod. "A' can't say a' do anything quite as important as that!" He said with a soft chuckle. "A'm a galactic historian, y'know, a real book worm history nerd!"

"Sadall, huh? And - a rorse ranch?" Allan laughed in disbelief, but he had in fact, if he racked through his memory far back enough, remembered maybe Chadrix mentioning such a place when they'd gone rorse riding that one time. Which was, in all accounts, an absolutely wild time that he would easily choose to do again. The concerns that were brought up to his head when thinking about the type of family that would own such a ranch didn't dissuade him from talking to this person entirely, though, that would be something he thought about... later. Maybe he'd look into the tr'Vandu'kolavs in more depth. "I'm from Earth, um- Puerto Rico, for the most part, but also grew up around Boston half the time too," he said with a shrug. "H-" he couldn't keep from laughing when he heard the man say the phrase 'hoochie daddy shorts', "I - hmm, I mean, so do I, clearly," he said, putting a hand on his chin and the other on the back of his shorts as he looked back at them. He then twirled around on his heel of the boots, for good measure, and smiled back up at Jaroth, waving right back at him. "It's nice to meet you too, Jaroth." Rather than imposing, the man seemed rather... friendly to him, in a good way, although he noticed the other step back and also stepped back, as if to give him some room. He realized that a lot of Romulans had a wider area when it came to personal space, after all, and didn't want to be the imposing one either. "I guess I do, although that... you know, I don't read much, but I love hearing about the sort of stuff that's happened, it - you know, it affects stuff in a real way, right? And so it's like... important, too, you shouldn't think that it's not."

Jaroth found himself immediately confused at Allan's disbelief, unsure if the Human was confused about the concept of a rorse ranch, or that the animals could be domesticated at all. Either way, the Romulan likely looked like he'd taken a bite of a sour jahall fruit while he was thinking, and quickly schooled his features back to normal, listening along with a slight curious tilt of his head as Allan spoke. "I ain't never heard a' neither of 'ose places, but a'm sure they're sumthin' special! Earth seems tuh' be quite tha' interestin' place! Y'all got all tha' biomes n' ecosystems crammed intuh' one planet! Wild!" He said, fully intending on hitting the books as soon as he returned to his quarters, now more than every wanting to learn as much as he could about Earth, outside of the precious little he already knew. He laughed along with Allan as he wasn't really sure what was funny, but didn't want to seem out of the loop, as much as he absolutely was. He'd noticed in other interactions he'd had with Humans that they'd often start laughing at some random things he'd do or say in the course of a conversation, but had always chalked it up to a Human sense of humor he'd just never understand. *He nodded emphatically after watching the little show Allan gave showing off the well-fitted shorts he'd been sporting, a bright grin on his face. "As yuh' should! 'Specially when yah' got tha' goods, yah' gotta' show em' off amiright?" He said, with a deep booming laugh, completely unphased at having complimented Allan as directly as he had. x_divider

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"A' 'preciate you sayin' that! Good tuh' meet someone who understands tha' value of a historian, and a good pair a' shorts!" He said, chuckling once again, before taking notice of a dark red pair of boots with black metallic accents right behind Allan. In his excitment he darted forward to take a closer look like an overexcited puppy, his forearm accidentally grazing the Human's shoulder. "Oh ma' elements! These'd look so good with this pair a' blue jeans I got tha' other day!"

"Yeah, they are," Allan said, a soft smile on his face as he thought about said places. Part of being with Starfleet meant not being able to go home as often, but it simply meant he was a lot more thankful for the times he was able to- and one of those times wasn't so far away, the winter shore leave he always took to be with his family during the holidays, and had taken Eshen with him on last year. He might end up inviting a few more friends this year - at the very least, he'd be inviting his other boyfriend, who he was very sure his parents would like (if they hadn't met him already via a holocall). "Oh, you know it," he laughed again, in his opinion often just an expression of joy, but in that case it was both that and a result of Jaroth's quite contagious laugh. "Shit," he said when Jaroth darted forward and looked at the ... "fuck, those boots do look good," he said quietly, making his way to stand next to the Romulan again, taking a slight risk by standing within arms length again. "Honestly, huge fan of the dark red, it would sort of match my hair..." he said, and as if to prove it he picked up one of the boots and held a piece of his bangs next to it. "What do you think?"

He watched with open amusement as Allan stepped closer, holding up the boot next to his dark red hair, an almost perfect match. With a wide, excited grin, he nodded emphatically, eyes alight with mirth. “Shoot, a’d say its justabout’ a perfect match! Almost like some’un made boots right after lookin’ at yah’!” He said, looking down at Allan with another excitable nod. “A’ thank yuh’ should get a pair of em’! I think a’ will too!” He exclaimed, shoving Allan’s shoulder lightly in a friendly, fun way. ‘Specially if they make me look anywhere are ‘purty as you are!” He said, beaming as if he didn’t just openly compliment a stranger he’d just met in a ridiculous clothes shop. He grabbed a box of the boots corresponding to his size, reaching over Allan’s head to do so, and slid down to the floor, pulling off his Starfleet issue boots and exchanging them for the pretty red ones. He leapt up from the floor and took a few steps in a circle, before returning his attention back to Allan, eyes once again alight with excitement. “Elements be! These boots are as comfy as a campfire!”

"Oh, fuck yeah, matching boots? I'm sooo down," Allan grinned up at the much taller man, laughing as he shoved his shoulder, a surprisingly unusual gesture for a Romulan he'd just met, he thought. He took off the boots he was already trying on and swapped them out for a pair of these as well, walking around in them for a bit and then doing a little spin, which he, for the record, loved doing with boots. "They really are," he said with a nod, glad that the other also liked campfires, and an idea popped into his head of a campfire in the environmental ring, "dunno how they do it, but yeah, definitely super comfy." He took the boots off and put them back in the box, setting them besides the other pair he'd picked up and putting back his (modified) Starfleet-issued boots back on. "I think that's prooobably all I'm getting? But hey, you should check out the jeans and such," he pointed out where those were, "got some really cool ones and all." Plus, he assumed this man would look good in just about anything, and he maaaaybe a little wanted to see just how good.

“Shoo wee! Yuh’ can really pull em’ off!” He said, watching with amusement as Allan seemed to have fun walking in the boots, even doing a little spin at the end like a real dancer. Jaroth himself was just good to walk around in them, still surprised at how comfortable they were even though they looked like they very much were not. “Jeans? Huh, yeah that ain’t a bad idea! They look…interestin’ and a bit tight?” He said, with a curious tilt of his head, as he made his way over to the display with the jeans, eyes drawn to a dark blue pair that had rips all along the thighs. “Hmm, I think a’ might try these on! They look worn, but new at tha’ same time! So strange, but so neat!” He said, darting into the changing room to try them on. When he came out, he had the jeans, the boots and his uniform under tanktop on, a cowboy hat in hand as he stared down at his legs, almost as if they weren’t even his. “I ain’t ever worn pants this tight ‘afore! But, somehow a’ think they actually fit pretty good aside from bein’ a second skin!” He said, chuckling at how ridiculous he felt in that moment.

"So do you," Allan said, spinning around again just for fun this time - it really was so easy to just spin in these, something about the way they made contact with the floor. "Most of 'em are actually pretty loose! Tight around the ass, though, I will say, but like - that's all you need, y'know? They've sort of got to be loose around the ankles to allow for the boots." He walked behind the tall man and peered around him to look at the jeans he was looking at, smiling once he saw the distressed rips on them. "Oh, yeah. That used to be suuuper popular back in the day," he said with a chuckle as the other dashed off into the changing room and came out of it... looking pretty darn good, as one might say. "Oookay, yeah, I mean you have to get - I mean, if you feel comfortable in them, you absolutely should get them," he clarified, with the boots and the cowboy hat it really all came together, and he'd almost forgotten about that! "Oh shit, I need a hat too, don't I?" He dashed off to the section with all the hats, and took a black one to match the black shorts he still had on - they could just ring him up and he could walk out with them on, probably. After putting it on, he took a little red bandana off a shelf nearby and tied it around his neck, grinning a silly smile as he looked way up at Jaroth. "How is it? Be honest."

Jaroth beamed at the compliment, turning back to the mirror to give himself a little looking over, and chuckling at seeing that Allan was right…they were especially tight around his rump, though he knew that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Oh, A’m definitely gettin’ all this giddiup! A’ can blend in when a’ visit Earth!” He said, chuckling, as he thought of all the occasions he could wear the boots and the jeans, maybe even here on the station! When Allan came back, Jaroth made a show of looking over his outfit, rubbing a hand along the bottom of his chin, before breaking into a bright grin and nodding. “A’ love it! Tha’ red goes mighty nicely with yure’ hair! N’ that hat is what you Humans would call ‘straight-up badass’!”

"I dunno if 'blending in' would be too accurate," Allan said with a lighthearted chuckle, looking up at the man beside him. "Fitting in, most likely, but to blend in you'd probably have to not be so hot and... how tall are you? Like," he held a hand to his head and leveled it over to Jaroth, and then he held a hand slightly above his head to the height he knew Saren was, and then the height he knew Rennie was, and whistled. "Man, you're taller than Renakir by like, almost a foot? So you're like... at least 7 feet tall," he explained, looking away from the man finally to not be staring at him for too terribly long. "You really think so?" He asked after the man had said he loved the fit, looking down at the bandana and - oh, it did sort of match his hair! He chuckled at the 'straight-up badass' phrasing, he didn't think he had heard that from anyone his age in quite a while, but he appreciated it nonetheless. "Thanks! I try," he said, smiling brightly as he headed over to the register, and looked the Romulan over up and down one more time, "that's all you wanted, right? I can pay."

“I ain’t smokin’ am I?” He asked, eyes wide in panic as he looked down at himself, patting down everywhere he could reach just in case there was somewhere he missed, not wanting to burn himself and this lovely shop down. Once he was satisfied he wasn’t on fire, and was now thinking Allan might have used one of those Human turns of phrase he was still unsure about, he turned back to the Human, watching curiously as he held his hand above his head, trying to gauge height he supposed. “Oh, A’m 219 centimeters tall if that helps yuh’!” He said with a chuckle, blissfully unaware of the compliment Allan has just given him. “Well, fittin’ in then! Atleast a’ll be havin’ fun that way! Dressin’ like tha’ local culture is fun when travelin’!” “Yeah! If a’ had half tha’ fashion sense you did, a’d be lightin’ it up on spacetinder! I ain’t gettin’ barely any matches these days!” He said with a flash of pout across his face, before the usual happy-go-lucky smile took back over. He followed Allan over to the register and waved his hand, shaking is head. “No way partner! Yuh’ gave me all this help, tha’ least a’ can do is take care of it!” He said, before pulling out the required latinum and handing it over to the cashier. Once everything was paid for, he turned back to Allan and grinned. even brighter than before. “Thanks for tha’ chit’ chat’ n’ tha’ fashion advice! Next time yuh’ find yureself’ free, just gimmie’ a holler, a’d love tuh’ hangout with someone as neat as tha’ likes a’ you again!” He said, with a wave, before strolling out of the shop, on to his next destination.

[D] Here he was! Randy back at his favorite store this side of Earth, back to feed his addiction to belt buckles and boots, and to just breathe in the scent of leather like the good Texan he was. As soon as he walked in, he caught sight of a shiny brass belt buckle that was in the shape of a steakknife and was immediately drawn to it, like an overgrown, overexcited puppy.

[D] T'she was probably not the intended audience of this establishment , after all, they were not the type to wear any sort of hat -- let alone a Stetson. But. They were in the market for some of the other things that the shop might have carried, mainly a nice flannel button down shirt. Even still, they looked a little like a fish out of water, constantly messing with their glasses, looking around at all of the different clothing options, and feeling very much out of their depth.

After picking up the buckle, Randy eagerly looked around the store, wanting to find a new flannel pearl-snap to make into a cropped tank top, when he took note of someone who definitely wasn’t the traditional shopper for the store. He approached with a wave and a bright smile, eager to meet another who had the good taste to browse the establishment. “Howdy there! I ain’t seen yuh’ ‘round ‘afore! Yuh’ looking for tha’ shirts? Cuz I am too!”

It seemed like they were being addressed, not that they were sure that they were ready for that sort of thing. They were not the type to converse while they were shopping, but they were also not the type to completely spurn someone else. “Yes, this is my first time at this establishment – and it is probably for the best that you do not see me often, given my profession, I am a nurse after all. But to answer your question… I am looking at the shirts. I am… often cold…” They admitted quietly before they finished fiddling with their glasses and looked over at the other person who had joined them. “I take it that you enjoy this establishment?”

"Oh! Well, A' reckon flannel'l be tha' best thang in hur' tuh' keep yuh' warm! A' always gotta' few with me just in case a' go for some campin' or sumthin!" He said, gesturing to the display of the wildely varied colors of the flannel shirts. "A nurse! Shoo wee! I make sure tuh' eat ma' apples ever'day!" He said with a chuckle, and nodded to their question. "Hell yeah! Its one of tha' places on tha' station that remind me a' home! Like a lil' slice a' Texas all tha' way out here!"

"A place that reminds you of home? That does sound rather amenable, perhaps one day I shall find something like that for myself -- though... I am not quite sure what that would be," they mused for a moment before they shook their head and turned back to the flannels in front of them. "Are there any flannels in particular that you would suggest? Much of my wardrobe consists of solid colors so perhaps I could step outside of that and choose something with a pattern..."

“Well, given just how big this ol’ place is, A’m sure you’ll find one at some point!” He said with a chuckle, flailing his arms wide as he talked, trying to gesticulate and show just how big the station was. “Oooo, well, depends on what yuh’ want! Thur’ are some fer’ cold weather, some fer’ lookin’ cool, some fer’ standin’ out! Lotsa’ variety yuh’know!” He said, before running a hand along the bottom of his chin in exaggerated thought. “Hmm, sumthin’ with a pattern…how bout’ this puppy?!” He said, taking a flannel with a bright green and brown print with cactuses all over it. “This’ll be sumthin’ that’ll have yuh’ standin’ out inna’ crowd!”

T'she pondered the choices for a moment, trying to think about whether something that bright was really worth it, if it made sense with the things that they usually wore. (They did favor the color Red, and that was usually bright and noticeable). Though, in the end they decided that they would much rather wear something a bit simpler. "That is a good suggestion, though I think I may be able to see myself wearing something closer to this..." They pulled a rather bright plaid off of the shelf, though even still they were not sure if it was too bright or not.

“A’ like that! Nice n’ bright! People will see yuh’ comin’ that way!” He said happily, nodding along as he spoke. “Oh! A’ forgot tuh’ introduce maself’ ba’ tha’ way! A’m Randy Lovell! A’ work in tha’ tactical division!”

[D] The two continued chatting and eventually found the shirts that they were looking for, before paying, saying their goodbyes and getting on with the rest of their days.