Anthony was right behind Alex, almost as if he had snuck up on the other man.  In fact, Alex thought he'd just heard Anthony at the end of the hall, but that must have just been the wine.  Had to have been.<br/><br/>Anthony, for his part, didn't seem to notice any startled look on Alex's face.  He merely glanced at the two suits with his head tilted to the side.  He reached out and felt each of them first, before lifting the black one from Alex's hand.  He gave the other man a nod as he turned to head toward the bathroom.<br/><br/>"So, what type of function is this?” Anthony asked as he slipped into the bathroom.  He swung the door closed, but the door didn't catch, instead slipping open slightly.  He turned his back to the door, however, seemingly not noticing that it was not closed as he began to strip down to his underwear.  “I heard something about an art exhibit, but could not make out the rest.”<br/><br/>He had heard the entire message, but wanted to give Alex the chance to talk some more.  He was curious how the other man would explain exactly what it was they were going to, and what the woman had meant by "a show.”  He pulled on the pants, then the shirt.  His movements were sure, not at all hesitant, almost as if he owned the clothing he was slipping into.<br/><br/>He kept his back to the door, the light of the bathroom throwing a ragged shadow through the crack between the door and doorjamb.  Finally, he pulled on the jacket and turned to look at himself in the mirror, his profile visible to the hall.  He then turned to the door and swung it open, not taking any obvious notice that the door had been open.<br/><br/>He smoothed the suit against his chest before glancing towards Alex.  “I take it, however, that this is important.  The woman sounded like she would not take a refusal very well.”