He walked into the shop, looking around at the different colored cloth, and knew they had settled on classic black, and formal. She suggested a vest, so that's what he would have.
"Can I help you, Sir?" The short proprietor of the shop asked as he looked up from marking a gray piece of cloth for cuts.
"I need a Tuxedo, I'm getting married, soon-ish," Luke answered with a grin, that was met with the man's own excited smile.
"More than one, aye' Groomsmen and such?" Luke hadn't thought that far ahead. He didn't have a best man, or even people to stand with him. His family and friends were all in New Orleans, and he shook his head.
"Nah, just me for now," Was the answer given.
"Okay, nah big deal, you want black, aye?" Luke nodded his head and was surprised as the man pulled him toward a long row of black stock. "We have Worsted, Tweed, Tropical, Herringbone, Flannel, Khaki, Cotton, Linen, Polyester, Microfiber, Poplin, and Cashmere," Luke's head was spinning but with the mention of Cashmere he was reminded of a time long ago that he tried his first and only joint so he had to laugh, and the man's brows rose. "You've not a clue, hmm?" He asked.
"Worsted 150 if you have it," Luke said with a quick sobering. "I want this to last, in case of other formal events and I need it, you know?" The man nodded and moved down to the last stock.
"Not much call for it here, usually no one wants the suit to last past the Wedding." The man pulled his fabric tape measure from around his neck down, and started the measurements. Neck, full chest, full shoulder, right sleeve, left sleeve, and he stopped, looking at his notes. "You know your right arm is slightly longer than your left?" He asked.
"Really' Maybe cause that was my best friend from thirteen on?" Luke joked, and the man just stared then snorted, trying to hold back the laugh. "C"mon, I won't tell anyone ya laughed, promise." Again he was met with a stare.
Bicep, wrist, the man went back to work, smiling but never laughing. Waist and Stomach measured, then hips and seat. The man was fast in his work, measuring every part of Luke's body for the custom tailor made suit. "Tie and cummerbund" Or vest and tie?" He asked after he finished the inseam measurement.
"Vest and tie, something classy, ya know?" Luke answered with a nod.
"Classy' You should try the vest and cravat, with a nice stick pin."
"You get it in, I'll eyeball it, okay?" Luke said with a grin. "We done?" The man nodded. "How long will it take ya?"
"I will have the first fitting ready in two days, and you can...eyeball everything then, aye?" He stuck his hand out and Luke shook the man's hand. "I forgot myself, I am Von," He finally smiled widely. "And you, Mister?"
"Boudreux, Call me Luke." He said as he shook Von's hand.