Smile for Spider-Man

“She running towards that group of tourists.” Shouted Cindy.

“Quick, after her!”

“Oh my God! Everyone is staring at me, judging me for all my flaws! Where do I go, what do I do, wh-“ Sophie’s thoughts got interrupted when she ran into an middle aged woman that was taking a photo with ‘Spider-Man’.

“Ey, can’t you watch where you’re going, girl?” She eyed Sophie up and down, then continued. “And cover yourself up, don’t you have any shame?”

“I AM SO SORRY, MISS. BUT PLEASE, STOP LOOKING AT ME!” Yelled Sophie, who crouched down to cover herself and started to breath heavily.

The lady rolled her eyes, called her a “crazy floozy” under her breath, and walked away with the rest of the tour group. The man in the Spider-Man costume walked towards Sophie while dropping his arms, and sighed in a muffled voice, “great, you cost me a whole set of costumers. How are you going to fix this, little lady?”

“Sophie! Please calm down!” Yelled Cindy, who arrived with Karen.

“I’m not sure I agree with this costume.” Asked Carol, wearing a cheap and generic police stripper uniform.

“Now what?” Said Margot agitated.

“It’s just… this is not what police officers wear in my time. They wear only the head and a belt for their goo-ification guns.”

“You can’t start your show with you already naked. We need something for you to strip out off. And a ‘goo-ification’ gun? Dare I ask?”

“Oh, to lower police brutality, police officers were equipped with guns that would temporarily turn people into pink goo back in 2154. My cousin got hit with one of them, said that it feels like you’re wearing your stomach as a hat. How strange, right?”

“That’s one word for it.” Signed Margot. “Mental is a much better word.”

“But I guess you’re right. I should wear something for the show.”

“Great!” Margot clapped in her hands. “Now, onto your routine, shall we?

“Sophie, please take a deep breath.” Told Karen, the future girl slowly regaining her posture.

“Sir, I’m sorry for any problems our friend caused. She truly couldn’t help herself.”

“Ladies, sorry doesn’t bring food on the table. Your girl cost me at least fifteen potential costumers. How are you going to pay me back for it?”

“What?! There is no way you lost that many costumers. What even makes you think we would pay for all off them.”

“My friends do.” Said ‘Spider-Man’, who looked over his shoulder. Two guys in a Batman costume and a Groot suit walked up to them. “ you guys are paying me, I don’t care how.”

“Get your wallet, Karen.” Whispered Cindy.

“Erm, is this a bad time to tell you that I left our wallets with our bags?”

“Crap! Look, we go get our bags, and then we’ll get you your money.”

“So you can run off? No way. I know another way.” He grabbed his backpack, showing the girls the contents. “This costume was supposed to be worn by my girlfriend, but she’s running a fever today. I guess your friend can pay us back by posing with tourists in this.”

“Wait, does it have to be Sophie? We could wear it instead!”

“I would be fine with that, if you two didn’t smell like a dumpster on fire. It has to be the girl.”

“I swear, if Sophie sees this costume, she’s going to lose her freaking mind.” Gulped Karen.