“Okay no wait!” Bluebell waved her hands wildly in the air, bouncing on her toes, “What if, just picture this, a swarm of robotic bees in a sandstorm! In fucking MICHIGAN! Yeah?” she grinned widely as she bounced down on the couch, tossing a beer overhanded at the djinn, “Don’t tell me that wouldn’t be fucking sweet. The looks on their faces alone I tell you!”
Cackling with wild energy she could hardly sit still, spilling beer as she gestured with both hands. The young blue villainess was clad in a studded leather pants and a cute skull tank top, her makeup as over the to dramatic as it always was with severe winged eyeshadow and dark purple lips.
Drago drank from his bottle and frowned when heard the weird idea of Bluebell. Shocking his head to her he made a gesture with his lips. “Why there would be bees in the sand? if you say scorpions or Egyptians beetles…..” he raised a shoulder in a shrug. Why Michigan…? – “Michigan……Michigan..” He drinks again, not saying no to the next beer. The criminal bar was new and he didn’t mind speak to creatives. Alixon already mentioned the DS but he still didn’t have the chance to meet the assholes.
“Oh man! Woman!!! stop wasting the beer!!” he complained! but smiled as well. this was so odd. !I will insist with the beetles!”
Bell rolled her eyes and took a long drink from her beer, “Metrocity’s IN Michigan, duh. Did the booze go to your head already?”
She waved a hand wildly about at Drago questioning her about the bees, “Because people would expect scorpions, that’s why! It needs to be unexpected,” she stuck out her lower lip in a glower, “Fine beetles then. They at least still fly.”
“Hmmm, yeah. I can break out the metallic paints and they can be all jewel toned and shit. Ha! That’ll be gorgeous,” she flopped back over the armrest as she continued her rambling over future plottings for causing chaos for her amusement to the citizens of the city, “I should get Minion to design an outfit to go with it. The feather cowl just won’t mix with sand.”
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