Mindy laughed at what she saw on Rick's shirt. At the same time, Rick laughed at Mindy's.
“Mindy, that shirt just isn't you! You don't have a bad bone in your body!” Rick said, referring to Mindy's shirt that said “THE BAD TWIN” in dark red lettering. Some of the letters had little devil horns.
“Hey, you shouldn't talk! You're the jock in this relationship, which means you're definitely not the good one!” Mindy responded, referring to Rick's shirt that stated “THE GOOD TWIN” in blue lettering. A large halo hovered over the phrase.
“Anyway, we should probably head out now, huh? Do you wanna tell Rebecca that we're borrowing her shirts?” Rick asked.
“No, that slut's probably still got her hand full, she'll figure it out eventually. And, actually, I'm feeling a bit better. Let's stay!” Mindy said, somewhat surprising Rick. Mindy stood up, full of energy, grabbed the drink they'd brought in, and headed back out into the hallway.
Momentarily confused, Rick followed, unaware that the beer Mindy had grabbed used to be his.
