That night you're awoken by somebody garroting you to death. After a moment of mortal terror, you realise it's actually your dad looming over you with a tape measure.
"Dafuq?!" you shout in sleepy rage, heart hammering in your chest. "Wha... what time is it?"
"About two o'clock. I've been doing some browsing on the internet, turns out I need to order your suit tonight if it's to be delivered in time. Stay still, I need to take your measurements." He measures the length of your arms and across your chest.
"'Suit'? What, are we going as the Blues Brothers this year?"
"Hah. Not quite. This a special sort of suit," he replies with a grin.
A special suit... Hopefully this isn't a repeat of the time he bought "Sean Connery"'s tuxedo on ebay. Mum had nearly murdered him over that one.
"Have you put on weight?" he frowns, examining your measurements. "No worries, that can be compensated for. I'm done. Go back to sleep. You've got school in the morning," he says, stuffing the tape measure into his pocket and leaving.
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"It should be here by now. I requested the express courier." Dad glances at his watch, pacing anxiously up and down the entrance hall. You're sat on your suitcase, waiting for the taxi that will take you to the airport, where you'll fly to San Diego. It's now a race between who will get here sooner, the taxi or the courier.
"Are you ever going to tell me what the suits are?" you ask again.
"I'll show you on the plane," dad replies stubbornly. He's repeatedly refused to tell you what the suits are, which can only mean he thinks you'll back out if you can. He jumps up at the sound of tyres and hurries to the door.
A motorbike brakes to a stop outside the house, and hands a cardboard box to dad, which he clutches tightly but doesn't open. The taxi arrives moments later. On the trip to the airport, and all the way through check-in, your dad refuses to let go of the parcel, even opting to take it on the plane as his hand luggage. It must be expensive.
As you approach security, he begrudgingly lets them put it through the X-ray scanner as he goes through the metal detector. Seizing an opportunity, you crane your neck over the desk as the cardboard box goes through the scanner, getting a brief glimpse as to the contents. Though it's hard to tell, the suit inside appear to be...
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