Talk to the boys

"I can't say a fucking thing to that guy after what just happened. If I get gangraped to **** by a bunch of 10th-graders, I'm blaming you."

No response from Emma.

Penny walked over to the boys and sat down at the end of their booth, where one boy had left a bit of space.

"Don't even fuckin' ask, guys. Rough night. I need a distraction." One of the boys sat up straighter. His eyes widened a little and he glanced quickly around his friend group. "Not like that. Fucking hell, keep it in your pants!"

His friends laughed as he blushed and sank back into his seat.

Penny was walking home. The time was around 3:00 AM.

"I didn't affect anything in that time? Not even, like, their esports shit? They were winning a lot of matches, would you know if I was influencing the other team?"

"There was no data corruption and there was no usual network activity. If you affected the team in Asia, it was actual magic."

"Do you believe in magic yet?"

"I do not believe in magic."

"You're not gonna take up that 'yet?' "

"I am a robot who exists to **** children, Penny. I do not have wordplay as a hobby."

"Fine, I--"

"WATCH zzzt"

"...What?" Penny checked her phone screen. Emma wasn't there. Penny kept walking while she played with her phone, so she didn't see the group of men standing just past the nearby bus stop before they saw her.

"HEY SWEATER GIRL! YOU GOT SOME COWS UNDER THAT SWEATER?"

Penny froze in horror. Emma was right, this was not a good time to argue the word choice.