𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀.

"You're damn right it won't happen again," she chastised the girl. A small threat for something small. Alora liked Alabama and deep down in her infested heart, considered her a friend, but she'd never verbalize that out loud. "Next time you want to steal something, at least make it worth getting caught over. Otherwise," Alora took her thumb and ran it against her own neck.

"Kaput."

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 business would mean you had to fill out so much mindless paperwork? the dead of summer heat certainly didn't make things any easier, much less motivating. even still, emmanuel found his eyes trailing over the latest stack of forms that graced his desk, a cigarette perched between the pads of his fingers. while the dull roar of a fan allows him to settle into a pattern, he begs for the open window to send him a breeze. who was behind that text? the last thing emmanuel wanted was for it to look like he was running scared, like a doxen with its tail between its legs. even still, he found himself feeling vigilant. not out of fear, but more so out of preparation. there was not a single fight he found himself shying away from, even if his forties loomed overhead.

Playpen felt like a sort of last resort as she pushed the door open, entering Emmanuel's office. His welcoming her in was nice, but it wasn't necessary. They both probably knew that she would have come in with or without his blessing. "You think I need something?" She teased, opting out of sitting in a chair and instead finding solace on the corner of his desk. "What if I just wanted to see your pretty little face?" She asked, knowing that they both knew otherwise.

"This little text message? I figured one of your dirt weasels would have heard something about it."

Alabama kept her eyes on the cashier behind the counter as she ran her fingers across the products that lined the shelves. There wasn't a dollar in her pocket, but she wasn't leaving that place empty handed. Picking a pack of donuts up, she waited until the employee started checking his phone before making her way to the door. "That's two dollars, Alabama." She rolled her eyes and stopped in front of the counter, throwing the pack down in front of them. Thinking how she should have brought Daisy and picked a store she wasn't at everyday. "You got two dollars then?" She asked before turning around to the other person inside the store. "Or you?"

"Consider it my charity for the day," she spoke, slamming her Red Hots on the counter. A few bucks was nothing to Alora, but she liked to play dirty. Digging into her purse, she pulled out a sticky pad and pen - writing down some numbers. Ripping the note off, she stuck it on the counter in front of the cashier. "That cover the bill?" With nothing more than a blank stare, she snatched their goodies and took Alabama's arm in hers, giggling away. "Thanks babe!" She called out, pushing the door open, eliciting a light ding.

Outside of the store, Alora handed the donuts over. "Are you like, fucking for real? Did you not learn how to steal stuff in your cooch like the rest of us?"