As the bodyguards opened the doors to jump out on the platform and surveil the encroaching estrogen, Lucy's nose flickered.
She tried.
She tried so hard.
And eventually she failed, in that terribly way that happens so often when you try extraordinarily hard to prevent something from happening, and then the very thing you were trying to prevent happens with the excessive combined force of the thing and your misdirected efforts.
BLASHEW!!!!
The end of her sneeze kept going so long you could hum a verse of happy birthday from mouth open (eyes closed, eyebrows up) to the choo.
This was the kind of sneeze that would disrupt an entire church service, and then ripple in echoes of laughter around the room.
Lucy and her sister would have laughed hysterically.
But Lucy opened her eyes post sneeze to see a body guard's face mere inches from her own. He had not yet shut the door.
His face shone and dripped in a most unusual way.
Just when Lucy realized it was actually her snot sliding down his forehead and nostrils, the bodyguard realized who had sneezed on him, and that she was hiding underneath Jay's seat, clutching his left shoe.
The bodyguard's face changed like a wind chime.
Jay, just in time, gunned the engine and sped forward down the exit ramp, leaving his bodyguards on their bums, eating his dust.
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