(For Monster Girls)
"And another one is gone" Crone screamed as she shot another bottle. The ladies went wild from their boss' precision.
"Good one boss lass, good one." Robin yelled in enthusiasm.She walked over to the post with more empty beer bottles. She scampered back to her original spot once Lady readied her pistol.
With a lit cigarette in her lips, Lady shot all three bottles in five seconds flat. The group whistled and whooped once more.
"Ehh, If I wasn't drunk, I could've done that." Crone dismissed her second in command's shooting.
"If we weren't drunk, I would've even better! HAH!" Lady laughed at her. "Sweety! How's the food cooking?"
"Almost done!" Sweety yelled from inside the trailer the group had hauled out in the middle of the desert. Terror and Chance were sat down on plastic lawn chairs, their eyes watched the little game their group played.They also appeared to be the ones providing the targets for the women to shoot at, they guzzled beer down before handing them to Robin.
"Another go?" Robin yelled. Lady and Crone gave her a thumbs up. Robin quickly redid her action but stopped once she saw something sparkle in the sand. She carefully pushed away glass from the area with her thick boot and bent down to pick up a handle. With a tug she got whatever was hidden under her.
"What's that you got Robin?" Lady yelled.
"It's like some Oriental lamp, Lady!" Robin responded. She used her already dirty T-shirt to clean the lamp. Almost instantly smoke filled the area and the group coughed in shock.
"I'm free!" Yelled a deep, yet feminine voice. Smoke spilled from the lamp's nozzle which lead up to the form of a Arabian woman dressed in purple sashes and a giant turban.
"So I got the food and.." Sweety came out to see the scene. She coughed once and placed the food back into the trailer.
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Characters:
Crone: The Leader. Despite her name, she is only 35 years old. Her dirty blonde hair does have a thin,grey strip however when she so carelessly held a piece of metal up in a lighting storm. Since then, she's become a lot more cautious.
Lady: Second in command. Wears sunglasses at night for the coolness. 27 years old.
Sweety: The Cook. 26 years old and drives a pickup alongside a trailer. Actually has a life, but the other girls keep out of it.
Robin:The Youngest. 19 years old, doesn't know what to do with her life. So becoming a biker is the only thing she could've chosen...right?
Terror and Chance: The thugs. A Lesbian couple and also the women's brute force. Terror's the tallest woman in the group at 5'9, while Chance is the smallest at a flat 5'0. Even Robin is 5'3. They're 23 and 25 respectively.
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