Emmy snickered as Moo crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at Cowqet.

"Where did you even find a shirt like that?"

The phrase 'No One Out-Pizzas the Slut!' was impossibly stretched out over her chest as the shirt struggled to contain her breasts in a losing effort, not that it mattered much as it had been cut so short there was plenty of underboob exposed already.  It was the kind of shirt that insured every guy in the area would be keeping their eyes on her as each movement, jiggle, and bounce felt like it would be the last before full exposure.

"Internet."  Cowqet responded proudly.

"And you went out to pick up the pizzas in that?  Everything is hanging out!"  Emmy was already pulling a slice of pizza out and setting on a plate as she watched the two of them.

"Of course I did!  The guys at the pizza place seemed to like it a lot."  She said dreamily as she recalled the encounter.  "I ended up getting the pizzas for free because of it too.  Well, the shirt started it, then I went out back with them and they-"

Moo gasped, her face turning a bit red as she clamped her hands over her ears.  "NO!  NOOO!  NO!  I don't want to hear about this when we're about to EAT!  Did this happen BEFORE they made the pizzas!?  Did they wash their hands!?!?"

Emmy cracked up, holding up her half-eaten pizza slice and began chanting: "Pizza sluts!  Pizza sluts!"

Moo turned her anger at the hyena.  "This is serious!!  How can you even eat that it's so GROSS!"

"I think it's fine, but we could probably order another one if you want.  They'd probably be really happy to send someone over right away."  Emmy winked at Moo and Cowqet, purposefully stoking the flames.

"Oh!  Do you think they could send someone over for each of us?"  Cowqet had started to drool just a little bit.

"What!?  No!  That's disgusting!  I'm not going to fuck some random pizza guy!"

"That's more for me then."  Cowqet had already gotten the phone and had started punching the number in.