"Well, whichever of you go, you're going to have to get suited up. Or dressed up, in Inferno's case, can't have you going in with common clothes. They won't buy it otherwise, which means you guys've got a date with my old tailor, he's normally got something stashed in the back from a dropped deal. I'll call him up right now, he's normally working this time anyways."
Joey walked back to the phone again, again covering the number he dialed in.
"Yeah, Mr. Anderson, you think you've got some time early in the morning? Say... 7 am? Yeah, you'll have to get up in the morning, don't you wanta see an old friend? You're gonna have to be fresh and downstairs a bit before then, though.... you have anything in a... say a size,"He looked at Inferno, guessing her size,"size... 4-7, female, probably something red? Or a...."He sized up Ferrous,"30-25-24 suit? Ok, we'll be there tomorrow at 7."
Joey went back to the living room,"Ok, I'm turning in, Metal Head, Inferno, we're going to be up early tomorrow, 6 at the latest, you've got a tailor date with Joe Johnston, the whitest black man you'll ever meet."