Savannah and the Skids ended up back in Sebastian and Rachel's room again, since that's where the newest shipments of clothes were always stored. They initially were under the scrutiny of the Skids, but if they got their stamp of approval, they'd stay in the closet until their services were needed. The closet to the room was big, so a lot of clothes could fit in there.

Sebastian opened the doors of the closet and stepped aside, crossing his arms. "She's all yours, Sav."

Savannah was a little overwhelmed at how many clothes there were. It began to make sense to her why Sebastian and Rachel needed a bureau so big; half of their casual clothes wouldn't fit in the closet.

"Do you mind if I take them all out?" she asked her colleagues. "It's easier to visualize the outfits on you if they're out and together, you know?"

"We completely get it," said Scotti. "Knock yourself out."

So, Savannah got to work making a mess out of Rachel and Sebastian's closet. She took hanger after hanger of clothes out, laying them on the floor while trying to make initial observations about the clothes. The Skids watched her with fascination; the way her eyebrows knitted together showed her deep, genuine concentration, and the way she gently gnawed on her lower lip showed how much thought she was putting in. Every so often, she pushed her glasses up further on her nose; they kept falling down as she set the clothes down, and that made all of the Skids (especially Sebastian) smile in adoration. Something about her efforts being fruitless was so endearing to watch.

She was annoyed at the slipping of her glasses, though. She would have to get them tightened later.

She finished emptying out the closet, pushing them up one last time with an indignant poke. "All right, I've successfully made a mess of the closet." Her finger danced around randomly, finally pointing at Rob. "Let's start with you, Rob."

"All right. Show me what you've got," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking down at her with a friendly smile.

Savannah surveyed the seemingly endless river of clothes, trying to find something compatible for Rob. She came across a white tank top that would be somewhat form-fitting on Rob. She liked the idea of that, so she picked it up. An image for the rest of his top half popped in her head, so she followed her gut and grabbed a leather jacket as well. Finally, she grabbed ripped jeans, jeans of which's knees were very ripped. She looked at the items she had collected and nodded in satisfaction, handing them to the drummer. "When you put the leather jacket on, don't put it on all the way. Do it like this." She partially removed her leather jacket to demonstrate; the sleeves of the jacket were on her lower arms properly, but anything from that area up was exposed.

Rob nodded understandingly as she put her jacket back on. "Got it. I'll be right back, then." He walked to the door of the room when Rachel stopped him:

"Hey, you're just gonna be in boxers. I'm pretty sure Savannah has seen a man in boxers before."

Rob chuckled, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I just thought—chivalry and all that."

"Fuck chivalry. You're fine, Rob," she said, waving him off.

"All right, then," he responded, giving that Rob-like smile that only he could give. He put his clothes for the photoshoot on the ground and began stripping down, putting both his pajamas in a neat heap on the ground when he was finished changing. He looked a little shy; he was putting on the clothes Savannah had suggested very quickly. She found that unnecessary, but also very endearing.

He completed the outfit with the leather jacket, putting it on just like she had suggested. He then posed in a rocker way: he had his hand pressed against the wall, his legs crossed, and that smolder that only band members could pull off.

Savannah assessed him and smiled in approval. "I fucking dig that." She looked at her colleagues. "What about you guys?"

"You made him look cool," Snake said, a hint of incredulity in his voice.

"Agreed! That's a tough task to take on," Scotti joked.

"Hey!" Rob shouted, coming out of his rocker pose.

"You look fucking awesome, Rob!" Sebastian exclaimed. That seemed to placate Rob a little, for a smile lined his face once more.

"I agree," Rachel said. "Well, Robbie, how do you feel? Do you like it?"

He spun around to face the mirror, verifying that he looked good from a different angle. He nodded happily. "Yeah, I look like a badass. Thanks, Sav! You're gonna fucking carry this photoshoot!"

"Oh, shut up. It's you guys that are carrying it by looking so good," she responded.

"You give us way too much credit," Sebastian told her, smiling. "And not enough credit to yourself."

"Fuck off, Baz."

Sebastian laughed. He looked at Rob, who was still eyeing himself in the mirror. "Hey, dickbag, don't go falling in love with yourself, now."

Rob flipped his friend off, taking off the clothes he was wearing and subsequently putting his pajamas back on. He placed the clothes for the photoshoot on the bureau. "This is definitely the one," he said, referring to his outfit.

"Who next?" Rachel asked.

"Why not you?" Savannah asked. She studied the ginormous pile of clothes. She couldn't overuse the leather; that would make the shoot look too basic. She needed something for Rachel that was darker, and, for lack of a better term, emo. She knew he was the one that could pull off that look the most, so she was going to reserve the leather for someone else.

She smiled stupidly as she found an Iron Maiden T-shirt. It was loose and baggy, a look she knew Rachel would nail the fuck out of. She picked that up, trying to find compatible pants. Once she did, she picked them up: they were black jeans, jeans of which that would be very tight on him. She threw the clothes at him. "Try these out."

He surveyed the clothes in his arms and nodded in satisfaction; he was confident she had chosen a good outfit before he even put it on. Regardless, he ditched his pajamas and replaced them with the outfit his friend had picked out. Like Rob, he posed. However, his pose was a lot more extra. He squatted down, lacing his fingers together as his elbows rested on his knees. As he did this, however, his knees popped very loudly.

Rob winced, everyone else laughing. "You old bitch!" Scotti cackled.

"Shut up and rate this look," Rachel snapped playfully.

"One out of ten. Just because it involves Rachel," Snake giggled. "If this outfit was on someone I didn't despise, definitely a ten out of ten."

"'Despise?'" Rachel echoed with a brow quirked. "Strong word."

"Yeah! It was the only word I could think of to accurately describe how I felt."

Rachel rolled his eyes and looked at Scotti. "What about you? What do you think?"

"I agree with Snake!" Scotti replied with a devious smile.

"You look like a badass," Rob complimented. Savannah couldn't help but smile at how genuinely nice he was.

   "I think so, too! Minus the popping joints," Sebastian laughed, moving some of his gorgeous hair out of his face.

   "The popping joints give me character!" Rachel defended himself, popping back up. "It shows I'm aging and thereby a rocker with wisdom." He looked at Savannah expectantly. "What do you think?"

   "You look awesome, Rach," she replied, punching his shoulder. "Don't you think so?"

   Rachel spun to look at himself in the mirror, grinning. "Yep! I wanna wear this."

   "All right, then it's settled. Get back in your pjs now; you've earned it," she said, smiling. "Hence the effort and joint damage you put toward squatting."

   Rachel rolled his eyes. "Shut up, bitch." He peeled off his photoshoot clothes and replaced them with his pajamas, putting the photoshoot clothes next to Rob's on the bureau.

"All right, Scotti. You're up," said Savannah, scanning the pile of clothes. She spotted a long-sleeved, white KISS shirt. She picked that up, nodding to herself. She thought that he would look pretty badass in that shirt. She didn't know why, but she thought that rolling the sleeves up would really add to the badass factor. Then, she grabbed leather pants. "Oh, yeah. This'll be good," she said, finally letting some of her confidence in herself slip. She handed the clothes to Scotti. "Try on these bad boys. But, once you get the shirt on, roll up the sleeves. As far as you can roll them."

Scotti seemed intrigued by the whole "roll-up-the-sleeves" idea. He nodded with a smile. He undressed himself, then put on the new clothes. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, just as she had asked, then posed. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, smoldering hard.

"Ooh," Sebastian said. "You look awesome!"

Scotti grinned. "Thanks! What do you guys think?" he asked Rachel, Snake, and Rob.

"I think you look great," Rob answered, going up to Scotti and hitting his shoulder in a brotherly way.

"Ditto," Rachel replied with a grin.

"Yeah, me too!" Snake added. "It's very difficult to make Scotti look cool, so props to you, Sav."

"Thanks," she responded with a laugh. "I think you look great, too, Scotti. Take a look in the mirror."

Scotti did, spinning around dramatically. He studied himself, then made devil horns with his fingers, sticking his tongue out. He laughed when he was done. "I think so, too! Awesome work, Sav. This is what I wanna wear."

"Thanks, man."

Scotti put his pjs back on, putting his photoshoot clothes next to his friends'.

"Snake, do you wanna go next?" Savannah asked.

"I'd be happy to, m'lady," he replied with a cheesy smile.

"Aww, I'm last?! Not cool!" Sebastian pouted, crossing his arms.

"You know the saying, right? I'm saving the best for last," she said smoothly.

That seemed to rid Sebastian of any discontent. He smiled slyly and elbowed Snake.

Snake's mouth fell open. "Hey! How do you have the fucking audacity to claim he's the best?!"

"He can sing real good," she stated, shrugging.

"So? I can play guitar real good!"

"Singers do have that charm about them," Rob chimed in shyly. Savannah gestured to Rob, saying without words that he had a point.

Snake huffed. "Whatever. Pick out a damn outfit." Even though his words were sharp, his expression was lighthearted.

"Roger that." Savannah looked at the heap of clothes once more and picked up a black, AC/DC tank top. She knew that it would suit Snake, but she felt like something was missing. Like something needed to be added to his top half.

But then, she found a red leather jacket. She looked at Snake as she picked it up. "Would you be opposed to red leather?"

"Not at all! In fact, I think that'd be cool as fuck," he answered with a smile.

She nodded in reply, picking up light blue, ripped jeans. She nodded as she saw the outfit together, handing it to Snake.

Snake took his sweet time dressing himself. As he stripped, he hummed a tune, taking everything off almost annoyingly slow. He was even slower at putting the new outfit on, causing Sebastian to feign sleep by closing his eyes and snoring.

"Hey! Don't mess with my craft," Snake said, putting on his leather jacket.

"Your 'craft?'" Rachel repeated. "Dude, putting on clothes at a fucking snail's pace is not a craft."

"Shut up. I'm done, anyway." Snake posed by putting his hands behind his head and lunging somewhat.

"Aside from the completely stupid pose, I like it!" Scotti said.

"Me, too," Rachel added. "But, yeah, seriously man. That pose is dumb."

"You can have one or the other: lunging or hands behind the head," Sebastian giggled. "Not both."

Snake frowned at this negative feedback, straightening so that he was standing normally. "Better, dickwads?"

"Yes," Sebastian replied, nodding. "And I like the outfit, Snake."

"Yeah, me too!" Rob chimed in. "You make the red leather work."

Snake spun around to face the mirror, just as his bandmates had done. "Whoa, I look hot!" He whistled for emphasis. "I definitely wanna wear this. Thanks, Sav!"

Savannah laughed. "Of course."

Snake began the slow process of removing the clothes for the photoshoot, and Savannah wasted no time by waiting for him. She turned to Sebastian, looking up at the towering man. "All right, big guy. You're up."

He grinned. "Best for last."

"Best for last," she said back, scanning the pile one final time. She found leather pants and picked them up immediately; they were the exact pair she described the day before: half-black, and half-white.

   She seemed to be stumped on what to do for Sebastian's upper half, however. She scanned the pile of clothes, knowing he could look good in anything. But, he was the lead singer. She wanted his outfit to stand out a little more.

   But then, something caught her eye. It was unconventional, considering the rest of the bands' outfits, but she thought it just might work:

   A dark blue, button-down shirt. She knew it would be short on Sebastian, and that's what she was going for. She wasn't very confident that the two articles of clothing she chose for him would go together, but it was worth a try.

   She wanted him to keep the shirt open while not wearing anything underneath, and she felt awkward verbalizing that as she handed the clothes to him. But, she did anyway. "I'm not sure how this is gonna look, so don't feel obligated to say that it's good or anything. But, when you change, be sure to keep that shirt unbuttoned."

   Sebastian nodded. "And I'm not gonna be wearing anything underneath, right?"

   Savannah shook her head. "Nope. If this looks how I want it to, you won't need an undershirt."

   He nodded again as he set the clothes she had given him on the ground, beginning to strip.

   All of a sudden, Savannah felt shy. She felt weird just watching him get unchanged, but as he removed his pajama shirt and dropped it to the floor, she didn't know if she could look away; he was certainly something to look at. Skinny, yes, but toned as all hell. She really hoped he wouldn't notice the force that was glueing her eyes to his half-naked body.

   He didn't seem to notice, though. He put on the pants (with a lot of difficulty; he had to jump into them, panting loudly at the effort), and put on the shirt. He left it unbuttoned, just as she had asked. He did his pose, which almost exceeded Rachel's level of extra-ness: he sat down on the floor and put his hands on his knees. He smoldered, too, of course.

   Savannah was stunned at how much he made that outfit work. In fact, she couldn't take her eyes off of him, he looked so good.

   "What do you guys think?" he asked, snapping her out of her stupor.

   "I don't know what the hell Sav was saying about not being sure about this look or whatever the fuck," Scotti said. "That looks awesome on you!"

   "Agreed. You can rock a button-down," Rob grinned.

   "I really like it," Rachel said.

   "Me, too!" Snake agreed. "However, I'd just like to mention that you called my pose dumb or whatever, when you're literally sitting on the fucking floor. Just saying."

   "Fuck off, Snake!" Sebastian exclaimed, sticking his tongue out at his guitarist. He looked at Savannah expectantly. "And what do you think?"

   She smiled at the sheer optimism and happiness on his face. "You look like a rockstar. Is this what you wanna wear?"

   "I don't even have to look in the mirror to tell you that, but I will anyway," he answered, hopping up and turning to face the mirror. He smoldered again, doing another rockstar-like pose. He laughed, his pose relaxing. "Yes, I wanna wear this."

   "All right! Looks like my work here is done, then," Savannah said. "I do have to clean up your closet now, though."

   "That would be much appreciated," Sebastian said with a giggle, causing her to look at him in acknowledgment.

   He had the button-down off, so she felt a lurch in her stomach at seeing his attractive physique again. She smiled at him before turning away again, busying herself with putting the clothes away. She was an idiot, and she knew it. She acted like she had never seen attractive guys shirtless before.

   Once she was done and she turned back around, Sebastian was fully clothed again, his clothes for the next day lined up with the rest of the guys'. Part of her was grateful, but part of her was disappointed. "So, do you guys need me for anything else today?"

   "Not for business shit, but I think it'd be cool if you had lunch with us before you leave!" Sebastian said happily. "If you haven't eaten already, that is." He glanced at his friends' faces to judge if they were okay with that idea, and he could tell they were by their happy expressions.

She hadn't eaten lunch. Normally, she would have, but she had woken up really late that morning, and by the time she had finished getting ready, it was time to leave. She grinned. "That sounds awesome! If everyone's okay with it, that is."

"We're all more than okay with it," Rachel responded, grinning back. "Now, come on. Let's go back downstairs and decide what to order."

She nodded happily, and with that, the Skids plus their fashion director went downstairs, chatting about how awesome the photoshoot would be thanks to Savannah's help.

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