Day 6. Wearing each others' clothes
"Hey, Artie? Would it be okay if I borrowed the segway for, like, 5 minutes? Because I just-" Pete stopped halfway through his sentence, the sight before him rendering him speechless. Artie had appeared normal from behind, but now that he had turned to face Pete, it was evident that his style of dress was now anything but. His pants, usually plain and black, were now intricately designed with hundreds of glittering rhinestones. "Uh..." Pete managed, unsure of how to approach Artie's questionable fashion. "No." Artie responded dryly to Pete's request, "I can't imagine a reason that you would even need it in the first place. The answer is no." "Oh, come on. I would get to the Trap Aisle so much faster.." whined Pete. "Take the zipline." said Artie, annoyance rising in his voice "But I don't like the zipline..." "THEN WALK!" Artie shouted, waving his hands in a 'get out of my office, Pete, or so help me' motion. "Fine, Mr. Grumpy Bedazzled Pants..." Pete muttered trooping out of the room.
Artie barely had time to roll his eyes at that comment when a certain redhead jogged into the office. "I got the info you were asking about on that New York thing and oh my god, what are you wearing?" Claudia said in a single breath. "Clothes." Artie responded, "Give me the folio." Claudia was still standing in the doorway to Artie's office, like Pete, trying to form an acceptable question for Artie. "The pants are...new." she said finally. "I finished them this morning. Now give me the folio..." said Artie, patting his knee which glittered with rhinestone design. "Wait...was that why you practically disappeared to your room all weekend? You were bedazzling your pants?" said Claudia, stressing the words bedazzling and pants heavily. "Yes. I was, as a matter of fact. Now give me the folio!" Artie said, his patience having been previously zapped by Pete. Claudia crossed the room, placing the folio in Artie's outstretched palm. "Whatever floats your boats, gramps." she said with a small shake of her head, leaving the office before Artie could do anything other than huff at her. Artie removed his glasses and sat them on the bedazzler, perched on the corner of his desk, and rubbed his eyes. "I just want five minutes of peace..." he said to himself. Artie welcomed the silence that followed that comment before the computer in front of him erupted with a loud 'PING'.