Molly paced back and forth across the dingy motel room carpet, a heavy backpack slung over her shoulder. "Okay, act like you're excited to be my cousin and read along. No one expects a cynical 30-something to crash a birthday party. That's paramount. Act like we belong." Bill rolled his eyes. "Yes Auntie Molester, I get it. I'll be the most enthusiastic Greg in all of fiction. Are you packing food? I'm feeling a migraine coming on the hamster ball in the rec room." Molly whipped around, jabbing a finger at Bill's nose. "The hell you say! There will be gallons of margarita mix that each have a container of triple sec stashed inside them. That's how we'll celebrate our haul later. Keep your head on straight, pirate." Bill sighed, tugging at the itchy yarn of his red beanie. "Moly, you're more like Donald Duck than a Molester. All this raunchy talk! Thanks for throwing me under the bus with your ego. Why don't you stuff me in a wetsuit and tell me to carry a trusty sword? That'd just complete the whole vibe we're going for." Molly grinned. "Not a bad idea, Bill. I like how your mind works. Now, are you with me on this? We've got the bounce house in 2 hours. I'm counting on you." She leaned in and wrapped her arms around Bill as he fumbled for a quick embrace, causing her to pull away. He combed his fingers through his greasy black hair and held her gaze. Both knew this was the moment where everything would change. Failure was not an option. Not with their odds. They simultaneously inhaled, preparing themselves for the shenanigans to come. This was for all the bonuses. And the last blows to their destitute existence. He pulled away. "Let's ransack this ho-ho-ho... birthday."