Brent stood in a pose as his best friend walked over to him. A short, butch woman in ripped jeans and a dark green hoodie, she smiled warmly and wrapped him a bone-crushing hug. She was shocking strong for her size.

"Brent!" She said, laughing. "You are a cute bitch, you know that?"

He laughed as she hugged him and he returned it as best as he could. He didn't quite have the strength he had before, though.

"Toni, good to see you! And, yeah, I guess I am."

She pulled back and slapping him on the shoulder, looking him up and down.

"You know, if I wasn't in a committed relationship..."

"You like butch."

"Okay, you caught me." She said with a grin. "But, seriously, you do look great. I know your sis has been helping you, and I'm going to bet she had a hand in this. I know you didn't pick out those boots."

"The boots, no!" He laughed. "The rest was all me. I don't know, jeans and a hoodie, there's nothing wrong with that..."

"Yeah, no shit." She said, tapping on her chest with a smile.

"But, I don't know, I figured I had the chance, might as well try something else, at least for a bit. I like it, it's warmer than you'd think and pretty comfortable. But, it's still cold out, so why don't we come inside? I've got some new horror movies lined up, snacks, and your favorite beer. Let's enjoy the weekend."