It worked for Norma Jean.
Zoe gets her seductress on. Digityl is threatening and Michael is a sarcastic bitch. Georgie is a protective perv. :3 enjoy.
"It worked for Norma Jean..."
The carrier-bots whizzed around, pausing only to have their code scanned by one of the bored looking worker, and headed straight to The PUMP.
Georgie lurched back, flatten against the wall as a bot whizzed passed, narrowly missing his head.
"Jesus," breathed Digityl, noticing have Yale shivered at the name from the corner of his eye. Georgie slammed a fist against the wall in frustration, denting it.
"How the fuck do we get through?"
Zoe stood straight and adjusted her bra, pushing it up, making her cleavage almost bust from the tan-green button up wore. Once satisfied, she turned to the boys, hands on her hips.
"I have a plan," Yale arched an eyebrow, eyes trained on her chest. A bot whizzed overhead.
"And that would be...?" asked Yale, almost mockingly.
Zoe smirked and confidently strides forward to stand infront of Georgie. She pointed to the guard, watching as the men's eyes gradually drifted from her bust to the guard and back.
"It worked for Norma Jean..." she trailed off, shrugging. Michael scoffed, nudging his glasses up his nose, and turning to face her from where he had been staring blankly at the wall.
"Marilyn Monroe? Really?"
"Just because I don't interest you."
"I reckon it'll work," Georgie mumbled, wide eyes still trained on her chest. Zoe smirked. Michael gaped, blinking rapidly.
"You're seriously going to stake our lives on her Marilyn Monroe theory? What if he's gay?"
Digityl smirked, straightening and shedding his jacket, throwing it over Yale's head.
"I'll go with Norma Jean. Then the guy has options."
Michael threw up his hands, turning away with a roll of his eyes. Yale grinned.
"Break a leg, sweetheart."
"Call me that again and I'll rip your fucking heart out," called Digityl over his shoulder as he and Zoe strode out into the large hall making a beeline for the guard.
"Great. My life is in the hands of happy-birthday-mr-president and clock head!"
Lyric smiled happily, bouncing, and laid a hand on Michael's arm, calmly.
"It'll be okay, Cal! I know it," he said excitedly. Michael stared down at him, closing his eyes and nodding. Lyric was rarely wrong. Yale smirked at the interaction, singing under his breathe.
Georgie kept his eyes trained on Zoe. If she gets her, I'm blowing this shit up, he promised to himself.
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