Eyes twitching to the other girl in the shop when she spoke, Bluebell caught the motion from the corner of her eye as the cashier lunged. Her finger squeezed the trigger nervously, “Fuck!”
As the little blue cube that was the cashier, and the gun he’d started pulling, fell to the ground in a clatter, Bell swung the de-gun around to the last person, “Shut up! Look what you did! I had things under control and now I have to crack the damn safe myself!”
Stomping a foot petulantly, she huffed, “Don’t even think about it, girly! I’m an unstable alien with a ray gun. Got it?”
Lyn balked as the blue being suddenly pulled the trigger, brows raising in surprise with how jumpy the damn woman was. Was this her first time doing something like this? She could only assume so, with how erratic she was behaving. She couldn’t help but be confused at what was even going on, even when the gun was pointed right at her.
She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she raised her hands in a mild show that she wasn’t going to be trying anything. “Yer not the first unstable alien with a dehydratin’ gun…. ya do realize that, right?” she prompted dryly.
“..Look, whatcha after, here? Cuz ya got ‘bout five minutes till the police get here.”
“What?! No way!” Bluebell huffed and stomped her foot, “I timed this area! They take twenty at least cuz this in Snake territory and the f’king pigs are all fat on brides!”
Jaw clenched she glared hard at the other girl, “And don’t tell shit lies, it makes you look stupid,” starting to stuff aff the food and hygiene products she could reach into her bag. Utterly ignoring the money in the register, her only focus was necessities. She shouted back, “I ain’t telling you shit!”
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