Apparently sentencing me to a painful .

The door squeaked audibly. You'd think someone like Gizmo would have plenty of WD-40 handy, but maybe they just got the place. ...as in stole it. Most likely from me, as far as legal ownership went. Either way, it was enough to catch Gizmo's attention.

Standing in front of a full body mirror was Gizmo. Her frizzy red hair was currently wrapped up a towel that, on most people, would be wrapped around her waist. Instead, she was leaving all to bare, apparently having finished "going Brazilian" and was inspecting her work.

She was certainly a curvy girl. She looked like she enjoyed a good meal, but all that weight was going to the right places. Gizmo would make for a fine belly dancer...albeit a very pale one. I couldn't tell if the paleness was due to her being Irish or from staying cooped up most of the time and building stuff.

Upon hearing the squeaking door, she turned to see Wykkyd, who positioned herself in front of me, blocking me mostly from view. ...wow. As promised (sort of), Wykkyd had a heart shaped butt that looked like you could balance a soda can on. Anyway, if Gizmo didn't look for me (and I didn't move and attract attention), she probably wouldn't notice. "What'cha think? He gonna want what I'm offerin'?" she asked curiously.

I couldn't see Wykkyd's face, but Gizmo's next sentence gave me an indication. "...what's that smile for? Ain't nothin' on me that wasn't there last time you looked," she remarked with suspicion. It could have been an innocent remark, but my cheeks went hot anyway.

Any color in my face drained away as Wykkyd took a step back and, with a dramatic wave of her hands, presented me to her partner in crime. Gizmo stared at me blankly. Then her own face began to turn red. Her tiny fists clenched. I thought she was going to slam the door or tackle me and beat me into submission. Instead, she grabbed Wykkyd's shirt and pulled, bringing the taller girl to her knees in surprise.

"WHY DID YOU BRING HIM HERE ALREADY, YOU FUCKING SNOTBRAIN?!" she shrieked, shaking the poor pale girl so hard I could swear I heard her teeth chattering. The towel on Gizmo's head fell off, revealing her frizzy red hair, still slightly damp from her shower. "For fuck's sake, those skanks are gonna be lookin' for him and I don't even got my panties on, let alone my weapons!" As if expecting a response, the Irish lass stopped shaking her.

As expected, Wykkyd just shrugged and offered a sheepish grin. With a disgusted groan, Gizmo pushed her away before turning to me. "Enjoyin' the show, skaz? You're lucky you're a looker or I'd be pissed at you insteada my barf faced partner here..." Sighing, she turned back to Wykkyd. "I'm gonna make sure we're ready to repel the bitches when they get here. You...I dunno, shake that fat ass and keep him distracted." With that, she stormed off.