I Ordered A Pizza But I Got A Hot Chick

Lets do this shit

"You'll never get away with this, Messiah," Alley Cat spat.
Her olive eyes scanned the villain's painted face, narrowing at the crooked smile that spread across it.
The Messiah never talked, she knew that, which was OK with her. She couldn't hear him anyway. Instead he signed his ever stereotypical comeback to her even more stereotypical words.
'Ah, but you see my dear, I already have.' He signed, fleeing into the night.
She was alone now, in the dark alley as the pouring rain matted her hair. Thunder rumbled, she felt the vibration through the thin leather soles of her boots.
Should she chase after him?
Ah, was that even a question, of course she would.
The soles of her boots silently hit the rain soaked pavement as she sped after the villa, who scaled his way up a building with a grappling hook.
Ha, a grappling hook. She almost laughed at his dependence on the stupid technology.
She leapt swiftly next to the wire that supported him, waving smugly and cutting it with her razor sharp claws, watching as some of Skaia's police force caught the falling man and took him away in handcuffs.
He would escape again, she knew that. There was no cell in the planet that could hold him for long. But for now, the streets were safe, and her job was done.
She smiled to herself as she made the trek home, silently padding up the stairs to her apartment, softly letting the tortishell cat that was perched on the railing.
When she got inside, she took off her mask, going to the bathroom and wringing out her long brown hair. She peeled her wetsuit off of her body, discarding it on the floor as she turned on the shower.
When the water was hot enough, she stepped into the shower stall, letting the water run over her as she squirted some lavender scented body wash onto a loofah and washed all the sweat and dirt that had accumulated from that day's fight off of her body. She shaved her legs, the razor gliding smoothly over the shaving cream. She washed her hair and turned off the shower, toweling off and wrapping herself in a soft towel before passing down the hallway of her small apartment, going into her bedroom and putting on some pajamas. They were meme pajamas that her friend meenah had gotten her one year, a grumpy cat shirt with a pair of Pepe shorts.
She got in bed, curling up under the covers and falling asleep.

The next morning Meulin woke up to the annoying melody of the shipping song. Her sister Nepeta had changed her alarm to that a few days ago and she had been too lazy to change it back.
Groaning, she rolled over and grabbed her phone, managing a bad smile and a peace sign. Why she ever installed that app she had no idea.
Dragging herself out of bed, she trudged to the kitchen and ate a granola bar tiredly, chugging some coffee straight from the pot.
She brushed her teeth and got dressed, putting the sexist girls uniform from the pizzeria she worked at. It was a short mini skirt and button up shirt that ended before her belly button. It didn't help that she was a c cup with an ass to make a kardashian jealous.
After slipping on her shoes, (light up sketchers), she went out to the driveway, clambering into her green keep and starting up the ignition. It took her a few tries, the car was old and a piece of shit, but eventually it started up properly and she pulled out of the driveway, driving to Beforus Pizza Parlor.
As soon as she walked in, she was pulled to the side by chief of police Terezi Pyrope.
The two women went to the back of the restaurant, where they were sure nobody could hear them.
"Listen, I'm not talking to Meulin Lejion right now, I'm talking to the Mage of Heart," The blind police chief said lowly. Meulin nodded quietly.
"We've got a known rapist on the loose and were scrapped for the force to catch. Can we count on you to help us out? We've already got two other freelances on it but you've had the most experience," Terezi explained.
Meulin nodded again. This sounded interesting.
Terezi left and Meulin went back to work.
About half way through the day a guy dressed in drag came in, going up to the counter and looking at the menu behind her instead of her boobs, which was a first.
"Hello, welcome to Beforus Pizza Parlor. Thick or thin, were the place," she recited sweetly.
"You got anythin' vvegan?" The man asked.
It took meulin a second to decipher what he was saying because of his strange pronunciation, but she nodded once she figure out that he pronounced vexplained,.
"Yes. We've got a vegan pizza with soy cheese and sun dried tomatoes, and you can have tofu meat added for ten cents per topping," she explained, before adding, "that's a lovely skirt by the way. Where did you get it?"
"Alright, I'll havve that. And I got it from the little shop from dowwn the street. My friend wworks there as a seamstress," he explained, leaning on the counter.
"Name?" She asked, making the pizza and taking an order form off the stack next to her.
"Eridan," the drag queen said.
She wrote the name on the paper and fired the pizza for a few minutes while she chatted with the man. She learned that he was in college, majoring in marine biology, and worked part time as a life guard. He had a boyfriend who designed websites for a living, and was bipolar. He waved to her as he left, shoving a slice of pizza in his mouth.
The rest of the day passed fairly quickly, there were a few more customers, none of them met her eyes (not a shocker), and she made a few deliveries.
It was almost the end of her shift when Roxy, her coworker, gave her a pizza and an address for delivery.
She got into one of the company cars, driving to the address. She rang the doorbell, and a man opened it. He was shirtless and relatively good looking. Scratch that, he was actually kinda hot. He had a thick mess of black curls, and his vitiligo ridden skin was free of acne. He was silent as he took the pizza and gave her the money, signing that she could keep the change of twenty dollars. She thanked him and left, idly wondering what the scars on his lips were from.
After her shift, she went home briefly, changing into her costume and going to the agreed meeting place.
When she got there, the two she assumed she would be working with were staring at each other, presumably in a staring contest, which she thought was kind of stupid, seeing how one was wearing goggles and the other was wearing bicolored glasses.
"Hello." She said, putting a hand on her hip as the two boys turned to her.
The man with the black ponytail and dark colored goggles spoke first.
"Hello, I'm the centaur. I'm assuming you're Alley Cat?" He was very softspoken, his mouth barely moved when he spoke.
"That would be me. Who is Sparky McBroods back there?" Alley cat asked.
"He's the Bumblebee, professional hacker, professional asshole," he explained.
"Alright, thtop thaying that every time we meet a new perthon," bumblebee complained.
Meulin noticed that the boy placed his tongue oddly when he made his s's. She guessed he had a bit of a lisp.
"Alright, tho our perp is allegedly mainly targeting men. Our plan ith to plant a fake whore in one of the clubth he frequentth." The boy explained, pushing up his bi colored glasses.
"Alright. I'm guessing one of you is going to be the fake prostitute?" She raised an eyebrow.
Bumblebee immediately pointed at centaur.
"He ith."
"Cool. Ive always wanted to be the fake prostitute." Centaur smiled.
Alley cat laughed a little.
"Let's do this shit."