It was Allie's turn to shake her head. Leaning her hip against the desk that had been shoved against the wall to conserve space, she stared pointedly at the sleeping bag lump that was Miss Bitchy Unibrow. "Somehow I doubt that, but I'd never say no to a parade or a day named in my honor. Naturally, there'd have to be an Ollie Day, if only because great things come in pairs."
Smug was the expression on her face when Ollie stated she was forgiving but not forgetful. "It's easier to lie when you've got a sharp memory. We wouldn't have gotten away with nearly as many things as we did if I'd been a forgetful co-leader." Allie didn't fault her brother for being forgetful. It was yet another of those twin things. Where Ollie lacked in cleverness, he made up for tenfold when it came to physical prowess.
"It would be different," she answered, speaking of their relationship. "Because if your memory were better, I don't thing we'd make as great a team."
Ollie was equally as wily, though. Any conversation that resulted in a fun twin thing for them to do was enough to distract Allie from her prior anger. Not entirely, no, but then, she'd never been able to stay mad at him for too long. Grinning at the prospect of a drag show the next day, Allie clasped her hands together and bobbed her head in agreement. "I can hardly wait."
"That's right, I did love that shade of blue!" She gushed, brows raising out of eagerness. Ollie had always had an affinity for stripes, which, although Allie wasn't fond of them, she had to admit, they looked nice on him. Her preference had always been polka-dots and any other geometric shapes. "Christmassy colors would be appropriate, but I'd much rather have green and red separate. Pairing them with gold or silver would make them pop."
Allie let out a gleeful little squeak when Ollie expressed his excitement for a talent night. "I think my friend Rae was the one who made that announcement. I'm sure she'd love to join in on a talent night, too. This right here is a brilliant idea, brother." She grinned at him.
Assessing the damage of the shirt, Allie sighed, then set the ruined shirt aside. "You're lucky I love you, else I wouldn't be so tolerant of your stupidity."
"That's very true," she agreed, wincing and gritting her teeth as she traced the damp gauze over the cut. Blood smeared on her fingertips, creeping under her fingernails and staining them red. It wasn't easy to ignore, but talking helped. "Which is why I'm glad Uncle James let us decorate the tree with blue and purple and silver that one year. Prettiest Christmas tree ever."
"I wouldn't be caught dead wearing something that matched purple with yellow," she replied distractedly, making a face at Ollie when he joked that she'd look at him sternly rather than throttle him. She put a Band-Aid on the cut she'd just cleaned.
Taking out the small roll of ace bandaged she'd found, Allie set to work on Ollie's wrist. It looked swollen, but there wasn't much she could do for that. She hadn't been able to find any ice packs.
"Now, your back," she said, scooting around behind him. She made a face when she saw that it wasn't just a giant bruise, but several scrapes as well. The blood had already dried and clotted, however, which was a good thing. Still, she didn't want to just leave it like that, all messy and gross-looking. Cleaning the wounds seemed like a good idea.