Shannon’s sense of Style catches sight of Shannon’s preference for Sloth and sighs dramatically.
Style: Psst! Shannon.
Sloth: What me?
Style: Yes you. Dork. Come here.
Sloth: Wanders over lethargically.
Style: Um. Listen, Shannon. I know they said casual Friday, but that’s no reason to dig out your oldest jeans and tee-shirt from the dirty washing pile.
Sloth: Oh. Well…
Style: You’re meeting friends for cocktails tonight, aren’t you? In ratty jeans. And sneakers.
Sloth: Well I decided not to wear the nicer ones because they were all scrunched up in the floor.
Style: Yeah but they were clean right? I mean what the hell is that?
Sloth: Oh, well I spilt some water…
Style: No! Not that. THAT. Is that… Tomato sauce? What the fuck. You left the house with tomato sauce on your jeans?
Sloth: I’ll pop out for a new outfit at lunch, shall I?
Style: I think that would be for the best.