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"——————————— I’m taking you home. You’re going home."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"You never pull faces like that when you’re sober."

"But this is my face. You've a problem with that?"

"You are drunk, asshole.”

"No, I am not." He is.

She slaps his hand away from her hair, a scowl on her face. Not that she didn’t mind but the fact that what they were doing was illegal was deeply troubling her. Morgan began to wonder why she even agreed to his plan. “Jesus Christ, Tony! We don’t even know if the cameras are on! We don’t have ski masks on and they could be recording this conversation. I swear to God, if something goes wrong I am going to kill you.” Cue a roll of her eyes as she gives his shoulder a light punch.

A smirk plays on his lips as he looks around them. "Nah, no worries. Because I'm not an idiot. 'Course I turned off everything!" he replied triumphantly, a laugh erupting from him as he patted the girl's shoulder. "Jeez, you're so small I bet you can't even do that," he added, walking away from the wall then to the front of a shop. "So putting a mousetrap here; dude's such a shithead to everyone," he muttered, reaching for a mousetrap inside his bag, careful as not to injure himself.

                   ”Really, Tony? Really?”

He puts his hands up in front of her with a look on his face. "Calm down, calm down." he answered, a smirk forming on his lips as he adjusted his jacket. "But really, I think you'd prefer this than us stealing from those jewelry shops, huh?" Anthony added, ruffling her already ruffled hair. "Or . . . do you prefer doing that? C'mon, we've got, like, nine hours before the mall opens,"