theme: Coca-Cola rugby shirt
Winter erupted throughout the month of December.
He had almost forgotten that he had ever owned a Coca-Cola rugby shirt.
With an assortment of pastel colors and wide stripes, he had grown attached to wearing it whenever it got chilly. And this year's winter just happened to be brutal.
Rigby went through the pile of clothes that he always slept under; wrinkled, but still washed.
He just so happened to come across it, and figured it would provide some warmth.
Mordecai, who had picked out a scarlet sweater, suggested that they get coffee before completing their park duties.
Rigby, wanting to procrastinate with work as much as possible, agreed vigorously.
The duo crossed the street to get their daily dose of caffeine.
Surprisingly, inside the coffee store felt even colder than outside. Rigby lowered his sleeve to reach over his fingertips.
"Man," he remarked, looking around. "It's like a freezer in here."
Mordecai nodded his head.
"It must be, like, at least 10 degrees in here, dude," he replied, picking out a table for the two to sit at.
Margaret stopped by, wearing a hoodie over her short-sleeved work garb. "Let me guess- the usual?"
"Yeah. How'd you guess?" Mordecai followed up on his statement with fits of awkward laughter. Rigby rolled his eyes.
"You two look like you're in the mood for coffee," she joked, scribbling down on her notepad. "Eileen will be out with your coffees in a sec," Margaret informed them, walking into the kitchen.
Rigby nudged his friends' shoulder. "Dude, dude," he said. "Remember that episode of That's My Television from last night?"
"Oh... Oh yeah, man!" Mordecai exclaimed. "That one part with the cat was hilarious, dude."
"Why can't all sitcoms be that funny, man?"
"H-hey guys. Here's you-r c-coffee," Eileen interrupted, carrying two steaming mugs.
"Eileen... why aren't you wearing a jacket or anything? Aren't you cold?" Mordecai asked.
She stood before them in her work attire. Just her short-sleeves and skirt. Her fingernails bared a blueish-grey tone to them, while the rest of her skin was pale. She was shivering uncontrollably.
"Oh, w-well... yeah, I g-guess," Eileen replied, rubbing her arm. "I f-forgot my jacket up at m-my mom's house."
"So? How come you didn't just drive up there and get it?" Rigby asked her.
"B-by the time I noti-iced it was missing, I was-s late for work," she explained. "Besides, l-long drive."
"Huh. Sorry to hear that, Eileen, " Mordecai said, then taking a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah. R-really sucks." Her arms folded, she cruised back into the kitchen.
Rigby watched her leave, frowning. "Er..." he started, referring back to Mordecai.
"I have to.. go ask Eileen for... a sandwich. Yeah. Sandwich."
Mordecai smirked. "Yeah, dude. Go to your sandwich."
Rigby passed the counter, entering through the main doors into the kitchen. Eileen was running her hands under a stream of hot water, biting her bottom lip.
She turned to the raccoon. "Oh! R-rigby!" she exclaimed, turning off the water. "Do you need something e-else?"
"No. But you need something else," he told her, peeling off his rugby shirt.
Eileen stared in puzzlement. "I-i'm sorry?"
He then proceeded to toss the shirt to her.
"R-rigby," she said, looking at the long-sleeve shirt. "Are y-you sure?"
"Yeah, it's fine," he replied, waving her off.
"Besides, I have fur made of steel. I don't get cold!"