When it's 117 outside and the window unit just gave up the ghost, there's only one thing left to do: open the fridge, grab a fan and pray. Downtown Betty knows the drill. In her red polka dots and white cat-eye shades, she's holding court in front of the icebox while the AC smokes behind her, because in Vegas, summer isn't a season, it's a survival test. For every local who has ever stood in front of an open freezer in July and called it a plan.

Printed on a Comfort Colors 1717 — garment-dyed, heavyweight, broken-in-on-day-one soft. Built for triple-digit afternoons, hot-car steering wheels and waiting on the repair guy.