"High Fashion"
Nine o’clock was a strange hour for Toni to be in the communal kitchen. If it was morning, the genius was rarely awake that earlier – and if she was, she was buried in lab work. If it was evening, she was usually out at some event or another – and if she wasn’t, she was buried in lab work. Briana had to check her watch, since she kept rather odd hours herself, but it was surprisingly morning.
Honestly, she should have been able to tell, given Toni’s disheveled look. Nine o’clock was too earlier in the evening for her to look so thoroughly exhausted, but it was definitely the right time for her to look like that during daylight. Her hair seemed to embody every molecule of her genetic history, puffed up with thick curls and frizz like a cloud. Her gray jeans were ripped at the knees and her converse were half unlaced.
Briana really had no right to judge. Years of waking up naked from a Hulk out had left her with little shame, so she’d stumbled down to the kitchen in only a faded shirt from college and her underwear. One of her soft slippers was falling off her foot and she barely got her eyes to focus in time to read Toni’s shirt. The black cotton made her frameless and looked impossibly soft save for scratch of the cheap iron-on text. ‘Me? Sarcastic? Never.’ Briana laughed hard enough to fully wake herself up, as well as spill some of her tea across the counter.
“Laugh all you want, you’re clearly the pinnacle of high fashion.” Toni grumbled as she waited for the coffee maker to pour life back into her body.
“You planning on wearing that to the board meeting Pepper sent twelve emails reminding you about?”
Toni glared over her mug before downing the content in one go. “You know what, fuck you, I’m actually going to do that.” She tied her hair up in a thick pony tail and stalked towards the elevator. Briana probably should have stopped her, but that shirt might help translate Toni’s attitude so the elderly board members could actually understand.