Athena cracks her knuckles, lighting up even further, though not literally. "I'm going to Mary Poppins the shit out of this bitch."
She considers for a moment, takes a deep breath, and starts singing Elton John's The Bitch is Back.
It seems appropriate.
She's not just moving the cup, though, and pouring the coffee with the kind of precision a barista would envy--she's manipulating her own voice with it, serving as her own back-up vocals in lieu of having any instruments.
There might be an Elton John-worthy lights show going on along with it.
Once she's added half-and-half just to show off, she winds the song down, floating the cup over to herself and finishing the last note as she plucks it from the air. Looking extremely self-satisfied.
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She considers for a moment, takes a deep breath, and starts singing Elton John's The Bitch is Back.
It seems appropriate.
She's not just moving the cup, though, and pouring the coffee with the kind of precision a barista would envy--she's manipulating her own voice with it, serving as her own back-up vocals in lieu of having any instruments.
There might be an Elton John-worthy lights show going on along with it.
Once she's added half-and-half just to show off, she winds the song down, floating the cup over to herself and finishing the last note as she plucks it from the air. Looking extremely self-satisfied.