#doesntxtip

The heister was greatful she wasn’t the only nervous one, giving the man a ‘thank you’ for more than just holding the door.

She glanced around the jewel store as she walked in, a bad feeling creeping down her back as she realized there was no one in the store. 

A usually very busy store, in the middle of a starlet hotspot? Empty?  This was bad news.

Anya decided to act normal for the moment; walking over to a display case and extending a hand back to...Mr. Pink, was it? “Oh honey, look.”

Well, well, well.  Another one that only uses shades, eh?

And this guy must be new. He’s having trouble with the damn bag. It’d be hilarious if he wasn’t on the clock.

Jackson lined up his target; attacking swiftly as he could.

The way this one responded.. was he not warned of special units? Perfect.

- Patty -

She was dizzy. One minute, she was helping a friend pick out an engagement ring for his fiancee, the next? there was screaming and gunfire. 

And apparently flying marble. Patty could only recon they shot the sheet marble that was on one of the walls and some broke, hitting her in the side of the head. 

As the sounds died down, Patty whisper called for her friend. Typical of him; he’d run off. As she looked around for what was going on, a man in a suit offered to help her. 

Giving a shaky “thank you” she took his help; leaning on him fully and gripping his arm.

He admits, this fight was getting out of hand. Pink had blamed Eddie or Joe for betraying them, and he just saw red. 

At first, he’d just socked Pink in the face, but he couldn’t control himself when the man swung back; Grabbing Pink by the neck and slamming him into a wall. 

“Don’t you EVER say that shit again, you hear me?” With the other hand, he gripped the man’s jaw to make him look at him; growling more to him. 

“Those men would NEVER betray us. I trust them with my goddamn life, you hear me?”

“Since you don’t, how about I do something about that you litt-” Just as he was getting the word out of his mouth, Pink bit down on the hand gripping his face. Hard.

Blonde let him drop, holding the now bleeding hand. “You little motherfucker!”

It was way too early for Mr. Brown.  Way too early. 

In fact, he was only running on about thirty minutes of sleep as he couldn’t shake some strange feelings about the heist.

He was barely tuning in to the chatter around the table before everything faded out. 

---- 

The man was flat out; only jerking up when he registered his name. “Hm? Wha-?”

An eyebrow raised.

God. Was the fucker that nervous?It wasn’t even the day of, it was just planning. The two men were just hanging out at the restaurant across the street.

“You puke on me I’m throwing you in my trunk, got it Pinkie?”

At least they were outside.