Thank goodness for imaginary optometrists appointments. I'm not the kind of person who usually finds herself in the position of having to invent reasons to explain being late for work, but I didn't think my boss would accept 'emergency kilt sale!' as a legitimate excuse, no matter how gorgeous I look. (Seriously, between the new hat I got last week, the kilt, and the lace jacket I bought to go with it, I am one foxy sales agent. I need to find someone with a camera to take my picture in this outfit.)

Kilts are awesome, especially on men. I think we should encourage guys wear them more often, especially if they are Patrick Stewart. I have a terrible weakness for slash (for some reason I've never seen het with this theme) where Avon/Fraser/whoever has to wear a kilt for whatever reason and it leads to HOTT SEX0RRING. One of those kinks that works for me even when the writing is not very good. (If anyone has Picard or Tenth Doctor fic with kilts, I will love you forever.)

Maybe I should write some gratuitous kiltfic to pass the evening at work. Of course, given what I'm watching at the moment, it would probably go something like this:

MOHINDER: Why am I wearing a skirt? For that matter, why are we all wearing skirts?

PETER: Hey, you wore a skirt when you were in India.

MOHINDER: That was a robe. Which covered my knees.

NATHAN: This is ridiculous - I'm going to call my lawyer.

PETER: If characters could sue fanfic writers for pain and suffering, they'd all be bankrupt. Besides, I think it suits you. In, uh, a brotherly way.

ANDO: This is still significantly less humiliating than the time Hiro made me wear a sailor fuku.

MOHINDER, NATHAN and PETER: ...

HIRO: I had a very good reason for that.
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