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All things considered, the reflection in his mom’s full-length mirror wasn’t bad.
Slash’s favorite band tee was fresh out of the drier, his jeans were free of any holes, and he had carefully scraped all the mud off his boots after that one night at the dirt biking track…
He tugged on his nicest leather jacket and a cool belt, then sifted through a pile of jewelry for his best pieces. All of it was cheap, but he found some chains that weren’t noticably tarnished, and nabbed a nice pair of hoops from his mom’s jewelry box — she wouldn’t mind, right? This was important, after all.
There wasn’t, unfortunately, much he could do about his completely unmanageable hair. Despite his best efforts in the shower, it was frizzy as hell and as usual it consumed his face. He could try a ponytail, maybe? No, that just felt too unfamiliar and exposed. A hat it was, then — the round felt hat he’d taken to recently would suffice.
Never in his life had Slash put so much thought into his appearance, but this wasn’t just any day. He ran through his mental checklist: He’d cleaned his car, stashed a tin of mints and some tissues in the glove box. He’d already resolved to introduce himself as Saul Hudson, not just Slash, so there wouldn’t be any confusion later on. He’d slipped some extra cash and a condom into his wallet, prepared for any eventuality.
Fuck, did he do enough? Some people started preparing for this moment years in advance. What if he already screwed everything up by not organizing some huge, expensive event? What if he made a fool of himself, what if he was too awkward, too sloppy, too unimpressive?
No, it was better not to even entertain the thought. Whatever happened, happened, all he could do was hope for the best.
With a deep breath, Slash finally allowed himself to glance at the timer on his wrist.
Six hours. In six hours, Slash would meet his soulmate.