Jupiter gently golf claps for the burp, then bobbles her head up and down in agreement. "Ooo, yes, vibe check to tell us what photo we should actually be getting." She reaches between the other two girls for the 'Vibe Check' filter button, pausing just before she presses it. "Any objections?"
Stupidly convoluted plans are Freya's jam. "Do it!" she says, jostling Jup's arm as if that's actually helpful in any way. "I want to know what my aura says about me."
"My aura better say I'm a good girl," Felicity warns the contraption. She too jostles Jup's arm, impatiently trying to push the senior's hand onto the button to trigger the countdown. You know, like a good girl would.
"The best gir—" Jupiter starts to agree, but all the hand-jostling has her mashing a fist against several buttons at once. The photobooth flashes and clicks several times in rapid succession and Jupiter, at least, is dazzled momentarily by the lights.
"Oh," she says, blinking away fireflies as the machine whirs and cranks, preparing their first photo(s?), "I bet a looked handsome as shit."
The second photo catches Felicity mid-word. "Oh fuck me." She plasters a smile on her face and stares down the camera, determined to get the next one right.
Ooh, mystery filters! Freya, slightly more prepared than the others, manages to strike a pose for the camera just in time. "Ice creeeeeeeeeam!" she sings, baring her teeth in a wide grin while the photobooth flashes and clicks away. Eventually, and with much clunking and grinding, the machine spits out the photos and Freya immediately reaches out to grab them. "Gimme gimme gimme! How do we look?"
"Oh we look banging," Felicity declares, before passing the photos to the others. She's giving off a neon aura, which she's interpreted as meaning she's giving off real party energy. She starts bobbing back and forth and sings, "We gonna party like it's sherbet day."
PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO
PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO
PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO
PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO
"Oh," she says, blinking away fireflies as the machine whirs and cranks, preparing their first photo(s?), "I bet a looked handsome as shit."
PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO
The second photo catches Felicity mid-word. "Oh fuck me." She plasters a smile on her face and stares down the camera, determined to get the next one right.
PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO
PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO