“Well I don’t!”Bluebell shouted back over her shoulder, fishing around for the electric box and deactivating the kill switch bot she’d attached to it, “I know of them but I still don’t fucking know what you’re on about.”
Pulling off the night vision goggles now that power and lights were back, Bluebell stomped over to Lucy and glared hard, “You’re just a kid!”
This was utterly ignoring the fact that Bell herself was on;y slightly older, but those few years meant a lot to her.
“How’s that my fault?!” Lucy yells back, having been glowering in Bluebell’s direction as the older woman works to fully restore the power. When she turns around, though, that expression is replaced in a panic with something less obviously annoyed.
An effort that doesn’t last long with that follow up comment. “Am not!”
“Pffffff,” Bluebell blew out with a crinkled brow, “Yeah right! Like what are you? Like 14 or some shit,” she crossed her arms, feeling quite superior at 21. Curiosity overriding anything else, she admitted, “Like I heard about other people being blue but like, haven’t run into shit before you,” she looked around the shop, appraising it with new light now, “What is this place to you then, anyway?”
Making a face at ‘14′, Lucy’s look of annoyance deepens. “I’m seventeen!” she snaps in return, not liking the way Bluebell was acting. “Um, I work here?” she responds in an ‘isn’t that obvious’ tone.
Bluebell waved it off, “You’re still just a teen. I can drink legally,” she arched her brows at the other girl, 4 years still made her the senior here. Starting to wander around the shop with noticeably less hostility than when she’d first entered, she commented, “I can see that, but I mean… like you work work here or is it like your workshop? Like my Evil Lair?”
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