theme: acid-wash jeans
"The H...?"
Eileen strode into the ballroom, a sly look on her face as she showed off her pants. She grinned at Mordecai and Rigby. "Nice, huh?"
"Yeah. It looks like the 80's just threw up all over your legs, Eilee-" Rigby was cut off by a fist flying into his gut. "Rigby, dude, be nice," Mordecai scolded his friend. To both of their surprise, Eileen laughed at Rigby's remark. "I know, right? I got this at a garage sale back in 99," she commented, gazing down at her acid wash jeans.
The pants were pale denim; splashes of sapphire coated the sides and ankles. Despite being relatively out of style, Eileen seemed to wear them well.
A cellphone ring pierced the silence.
Mordecai pulled out his cellphone, checking the caller ID. "Ah, it's Margaret!" he told Rigby and Eileen. "I guess I'll ask her when she's gonna arrive." Mordecai cupped the phone to his ear, exiting the building.
It left Rigby and Eileen alone, being swallowed up by the awkward quietness surrounding the pair.
Rigby was the first to break it.
"I wasn't really meaning to be rude to you or anything, Eileen," he said, rubbing the back of his head.
"I know."
More silence.
"In that case, what in the name of god persuaded you to buy those filthy things?"
Eileen burst out in fits of snorts and giggles.
Something about the way she was laughing captivated Rigby.
It was... dare he say, cute.
"Hey, at least I've never worn parachute pants, you dork," Eileen teased.
Rigby's face started getting warm. "Who told you about that?" he asked.
"Mordecai. Must of been some 9th grade dance, huh?" Eileen, at this point, was chortling.
"STOP TALKIIING."