b**ch please | corbin & elly rebranded
[Any other space-time, this would be just her speed. She loves the atmosphere, the people enjoying themselves instead of being preoccupied. Really, if she could’ve designed the apocalypse, a full-on bacchanalia rager that lasted for days would’ve been her first step.]
[But, here and now, she’s sober as hell, and the guy dj-ing, whatever that involves now, is a stranger. She waits in a short queue, though, and when she gets up to his side, she has to raise her voice a little to be heard.] Can you play---um. Work Bitch, by---by Britney Spears? Please?
[She waits, not sure if he’ll go for it. It’s outdated, and weird. He’s covered in cool tattoos, dressed like a male Harley Quinn---definitely not his jam. Elly chews her lip, uncertain, and ducks her head to examine the sleeve of her officer’s uniform.]
