♫ but delia
Peace - Money
Welcome little teethers, welcome to a worldWhere bitcoins pay for beatings and diamonds pay for girls.So go find all the pennies, the ones that people ditchYou're going to be happy – you're going to be rich.
Growing up as a child of the underworld had never been either Skippy or Delia's choice. A childhood spent with seedy black-market dealers and slick, sleazy smooth-talker businessmen meant they they'd known how to deceive, delude and persuade innocents to do anything to their advantage from an age normally considered far too young. Bank accounts could be emptied into their pockets after a mere few hours of subtle flirting; phony business transactions would be signed off after a few convincing yet empty promises. But one thing neither of them had learned to do was to convince an equally seasoned conman to play their own game.
It began in an unsavoury den of mobsters, as these kinds of tales always do. Skippy was hard-up for cash; Delia was looking for another man to sweet-talk so she could pay off this month's rent. The two had met, and from then on it had been a seemingly interminable dance around each other, both always so sure that the other was merely playing into their hands, only to be foiled at the next twist or turn.
The man who's made of money is terrible to kissNot because he's sloppy; because his paper lipsStuck to yours on contact, but as you cease they ripYou hear the world is spinning, it's not the coin that flips.
Other unsuspecting folk had drifted in and out of Skippy and Delia's lives, filling their pockets and allowing them to live in luxury once again. But the two were still intertwined in their waltz of trickery, neither of them wanting to be the one who gave up first. This resilience would be the death of him, and Skippy knew it, but yet he carried on. He let himself be borne inevitably towards that one drunken night that had spiralled out of control all too quickly.
Money, do you need it?Do you eat it when you're hungry?Does it taste good?
Now, in the eyes of the underworld, they were an item. They were inseparable, conducting schemes together instead of individually. But even the most seasoned tricksters around couldn't seem to tell that their relationship too was just a sham; going an extra mile because the bigger the deception, the bigger the profits. Skippy was now a man stuck in a false life he'd built for himself, spending his time and affection on a woman he had no intention of actually being with. And it was all for the money.
