Finally the eleveator arrives and Alex takes Anthony up to the 22nd floor.  The view was over the water and island.  Not the prettiest view in the world, but better than just the cityscape.  He tosses his card and keys on the desk as he walks in.  He moves straight to the balcony and opens the doors, letting in the night air.  “It gets so stuffy up here when the door is shut” he explained as he set the curtains straight and set the screen properly.  He turns back and the beeping of the answering machine catches his ear.  “Grr.  Let me clear this blasted machine and then I'll get to the suit.  In the meantime, have a quick glance about.  Make yourself at home.  Bathroom is that way.”  he shoots his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the hall.  Being a one bedroom with one bath with one linen closet, he figured his guest would figure things out quickly enough.<br/><br/>He hit play on the machine.  “Alexander Dear.....”  “mother” he explained with a grumble as he fast forwarded the tape.  “Alex, be a darling and come to the art exhibit.  It is a gay function, so rustle up a friendly buddy and put on a show for us.  It is at the distillery.  Your tickets are waiting at the door.” click.   Alex looks at it thoughtfully.  He knew that voice.  His highest paying customer.  When she said jump, people asked 'how high?'.  She knew everyone too.  Not a wise one to disappoint.  He spins from the desk and says “Change of plans” in a loud voice through the apartment, not sure where his guest was.  He walked to the bedroom without really checking on Anthony yet though.<br/><br/>He dove into his closet and started sorting shoes and clothes.  Some landed on the floor at his feet, some on the bed and a few managed to cling to the hangers long enough to be shoved back into the closet.  “AHA!”  he says as he pulls out a couple of silken suits hidden way at the back of his closet.  One was a dark navy with light blue pinstripes.  The other was a black that had a purplish hue to it when turned in the light.  He laughs as he says “Perfect”  and pulls the from hiding.  “Never thought I would have to suffer these autrocities again, but at least they aren't just wasted money.”  His face had a rueful, cock-eyed grin on it.  Perhaps a cup of coffee is in order.  The thought flees his wine sodden mind as soon as it enters.  He looks up to find Anthony.<br/>