F.E.A.R.
Glittery.
Thorne stomped through last, utterly livid, dressed in hot pink mesh shorts, a white tank that read Bite Me (I'm Taken) in glitter ink, and a leopard print fanny pack that looked like it was trying to escape his hip on its own.
Cheyenne clutched her ribs and fell sideways on the bench, howling with laughter. “Oh my Goddess,” she wheezed, “I take back everything. This was worth saving the world.”
Tora had to hold onto Jax to keep herself upright, tears running down her face. “You—oh my gods—you look like rejected backup dancers from an 80’s workout video!”
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