You cannot really be telling me you think you look better than everyone else.

[ Alec is incredibly pretty. If that was how fashionable was defined, she'd have no chance at winning this argument. Thankfully, like everything else that comes out of his mouth, it's garbage filler nonsense.

She bounds up to her feet, and - her boot catches on something. She kicks it, then points expectantly, threading a 'I might be fucking with you' lilt under every word and ever bat of her eyelashes. ]

Oh, shit. Come here, fashionista. Check this out.