all that jazz
theme 07: an ugly shirt
"You know," Reno drawled, "when push comes to shove, Elena really will do what she said."
"…" Rude nodded. He could see that.
"And, y'know, you weren't exactly subtle about it either…"
"…" His forehead creased, eyebrows arched like a stone deep in thought, the light causing extra shininess.
"Day and night, showing it off like it was your prized possession. You knew that Elena hated it with a passion."
'Hated' apparently was too weak a word.
"But, knowing you, it was for an ulterior motive, right? Because the instant she calmed down, she would realize what she'd done, and give you something nice as compensation." Reno sighed, smelling the fumes. "Which was your plan and idea all along. Genius."
"… affirmative." Rude let a smile flicker on his face. "Rufus can't pick casual wear. Elena has much better taste."
Devious masterminds.
"I'm totally going to do that one day." Reno grinned.
They only took advantage of Elena when it was mutually beneficial for both parties, and Elena was completely oblivious to their plans.
Thus, the Ugliest Shirt In The World was burnt up in flames; Elena dancing to Funky Town, before the horrible realization of what she'd done sunk in.