Flash Fiction: Suits

“Jarvis, pack my suit. I need to scram soon. I’m already late as it is.”

At once, Mr. Stark. Which one will you be needing?

“You know! The ones that leave the crowd dazzling, the men glaring and the ladies drooling.”

Very well, sir. Which one should I pack? Your classic red, your light red, or the new white one?

“Just go ahead and pack them all. I’ll decide at the venue, depending on my mood and the situation.”

Done, sir.

*An hour later, at the venue*

“Jarvis, next time, just remind me to specify if I meant party suit…”

Word count: 100


100 Word Wednesday: Week 118