"I'm a what?" Brian asked, glaring at his... what was he? His date? FUCK.

"A summer!" Emmett said happily, holding up an extremely gaudy, extremely store-brand shirt to Brian's chest.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Brian asked, pushing the shirt away. It was getting lint on his Armani jacket.

Emmett sighed heavily and shook his head. "You know, you're not a very good fag if you don't even know your own pallet."

Brian rolled his eyes. He couldn't BELIEVE he was here.

"You need more accessories," Emmett said, picking up a large gold-colored necklance that Brian was sure wasn't REALLY made of gold.

"What I NEED is to go home," Brian grumbled.

Emmett slipped the necklace over Brian's neck and started picking up bracelets and hats. "Ooh, this one's perfect!"

"Is this what you ALWAYS do on a date?" Brian asked, feeling something inside of him slowly die at the sight of the pink cabbie hat.

Emmett smiled at him. "Well sure! Shopping together is a bonding experience. Besides, there's nothing hotter than dressing someone up all hot and then... undressing them."

Brian ripped the necklace off and threw it back onto the counter and turned, walking towards the exit quickly, trying to ignore Emmett's laughter. He didn't give a fuck about the bet, Justin could have the fucking money. There was NO WAY he could go on even ONE date with Emmett Honeycutt.