Nick didn't hate dressing up or being formal, it was just that he didn't have the money to afford a lot of nice clothes. The men's section at Forever 21 and H&M treated him and his wallet nicely, and he dabbled with Urban Outfitters' sale racks on occasion too. His style just tended to be more of an urban, street style than one that was preppy or bright. With that in mind, he felt like he did good when he picked out his outfit for the night. As he straightened his shirt in the mirror, he decided that he could lose the hat at the dinner table if Cara was one of those people who cared about formalities like that, but for now, it would stay on. His hair was already dry from the shower he had gotten out of a few minutes ago, and with a spritz of the cologne he knew Brooklyn liked, he felt ready to face the night. It was a night that he wished would just consist of beer, turkey, a movie and sex, but he knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Realistically, it would be a night consisting of beer, turkey, a movie and sex, plus Cara and the extreme tension and awkwardness that came with that, small talk, listening to Cara and Roman go at it, and potentially dealing with Brooklyn being in a bad mood. She had seemed alright when he had come back from Makayla's, but that was probably just because he had been high and was oblivious to a lot of things when he was like that.
They lived in Cara's apartment so it wasn't like they needed to get a cab to this party, or even go across the hall, but Nick felt like he should wait until Brooklyn was ready before going out. Even though the kitchen was down the hall from their room, throughout the day, the smell of cooking food had made its way under their door, making Nick's feelings about going out even more mixed. On one hand, he was the kind of guy who could eat, and eat, and eat. High or not. The smell of freshly baked food had his mouth watering and he thought that if he went out there now, he could grab a roll or something when no one was looking, even if they weren't supposed to eat right away. At the same time, he knew Cara was out there, and he didn't want to be out there alone with her. It would only lead her to want to talk about that night and what they were, even though Nick knew they couldn't be anything. Not when it seemed like maybe he could get things right with Brooke for once.
Brooklyn had showered about thirty minutes before him, but was still in the bathroom primping in front of the mirror when he got out and left to get dressed in their room, and he was sure she was still in there now. He was used to her taking a while to get ready. Before work, she could take an hour or two between the makeup and the hair and all of that. He tried not to mind. About the time it took, and her job in itself, but sometimes it was hard. Especially with the smell of hot turkey basically strangling him at this point. Just as he was standing up with the bathroom as his next destination in mind, the bedroom door opened and she appeared. "There you are," he smiled, quickly following it up with, "You look good." She did. She always did. "You wanna go out and socialize? I kind of want to take you right here, but I know you'd kill me if I messed up your makeup," he smirked, one of his hands sliding around her waist as he kissed her. It was Thanksgiving, so he didn't feel bad thinking that just as much as he wanted to toss her down onto that bed, he wanted to toss a pound of turkey into his mouth.