Tie Noose Noose Tie

He jumped out of bed, still dressed in his wrinkled black blazer. No time to change before sleep. Quickly, rushed to the bathroom, and examined his mustache in the mirror. It got slightly bent in the night, and bristles were sharply pointing out here and there, but that was OK. Nothing a little mustache wax couldn't fix. He lightly wet his hands, and then spread his fingers through his jet black hair.