Rocket Game Corner
(inspired by Katy Perry's Waking Up in Vegas)
I didn't sign up for this.
Lucy Peretti grabbed a towel off the rack and slid it all over her face, then looked at herself in the mirror.
Okay… just two more days, and then you can go back to HQ, do your report, and leave, never to come back to this hellhole ever again. You can stick it out two more days, you can-
Bang, bang, bang. The knocks on the bathroom door seemed to echo with the bassline in her heart.
"I'm coming!" she yelled, stuffing the towel into the area between the rack and the wall.
"It's Roger."
"Oh." She opened the door. "How are you holding up?"
"Not so great. Could you come back?"
Lucy sighed. "Do I have to?"
Roger nodded. Silence. Then, "I don't know how to say this, but Harry lost the card key, too."
"What?! How could he lose it? The entire wing of our building is depending on the success of his mission!"
"Yes, Lucy, I know. He dropped it during a battle with an intruder. It's possible the intruder may have gotten it."
"Shit." Lucy pushed Roger out of her way to the main room of the Game Corner, the one with all the slot machines, and located Harry behind the desk. She motioned him to come over. He acted like he didn't notice and stared straight ahead.
She marched up to him and motioned to the girl standing next to him. "Harry. Jasmine can do just fine without you. Now come here." She looked shiftily around at the gamblers, but they were too wrapped up in their games to notice. Perfect. No one had noticed she had a Rocket outfit on. Meanwhile, Roger was wearing normal clothes. She ducked behind the doorpost with Harry. "Roger tells me you lost the Card Key."
"I'm sorry!"
"Sorry doesn't cut it with the boss, does it? You're going to have to report this to HQ."
"No! Please don't tell anyone!"
"I might be able to help you out if you do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Run the Game Corner while I'm gone."
"No!"
"Then I'll tell the boss."
"Fine. I'll stay."
"Good. Now, if you have any questions, see April. She's right down the hall."
Harry glowered as he went to the counter to help the next customer.
Roger appeared beside her. "That went well."
Lucy smirked. "Right."
"I brought your bag." Roger held up a small pink and black pack.
"What for?" Lucy peeked into it. It appeared Roger hadn't forgotten anything. She didn't have much to her name.
Ching ,ching, ching.
"Come on, Lucy. We're getting out of here." Roger grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the revolving door. Her smaller footsteps made it difficult to keep up and she nearly tripped over the tacky bright yellow and red carpet the Rockets had installed in the 70's.
"Where are we going?"
"We need time to formulate a plan if the Silph Project fails, which I think it might."
"That's a realistic assumption to make," Lucy deadpanned.
"Well, we're heading off. Get in the car."
Lucy smiled, for real this time. Trips in the Rocket car were always an adventure, especially when Roger was involved. That's why she joined Team Rocket, anyway- for adventure, and money. Roger had tricked his black car out to look awesome, and the hood flipped over to reveal a bright red R unless they wanted to disguise it.
Roger started the car and squealed out of the parking lot, turning onto a yellow-tinted street. Bushes flew by as Lucy stuck her head out the window and let the wind blow her hair out. This was the life.