Molly took another swig of cheap whiskey and belched loudly. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, leaving a trail of liquor and saliva. "Sooo, Bill, what's the plan for this kids' party heist?" Bill adjusted his bow tie and polished his brass knuckles with a rag. "We'll stake out the place first, scope it out. Those damn clown security guards are easily distracted with confetti and balloons. " He lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke in Molly's face. She coughed and waved her hand. "I thought we were trying to be discreet, asshole." Bill smirked. "Hey, at least I smell like more than just whiskey puke, ya hag." Molly lunged at him but Bill dodged, spraying her with a squirt bottle labeled "Sheriff's Pepper Spray". "Careful now, old girl. Wouldn't want to get this pretty mug all mangled." Molly wiped the pepper spray from her stinging eyes and spit on the floor. "You're lucky you're the brains of this operation or I'd bash your face in for that comment." Bill just grinned and patted his gun holster. "Alright, let's get this show on the road. Those kiddie presents won't steal themselves."