"No," *Molly hissed, her eyes darting around the garage as she worked furiously to tighten the wrenches*. "We don't need to steal a car just to get to the party." "I think we do," *Bill insisted, lighting up a cigarette and taking a slow drag*. "Unless you want to try flirting your way past the parents again." *Molly frowned and continued adjusting the car's tires and chains.* "I nearly got caught the last time I did that." "Because the dads had no interest in a fourteen-year-old’s sex appeal," *Bill chuckled, leaning against the wall and blowing out smoke rings*. "No, I nearly got caught because the mom spotted my make-up under theark pearla mask!" *Bill snorted.* "Rookie mistake." "I was still getting used to this town! You know, with us only being here for six months." "Six months too long,” *Bill mumbled*. "But you know Grady, he’d rather die in here than give up the cash." *Molly sighed, putting the finishing touches on their getaway car.* "God, I'm so sick of his ‘rules.’” "Taken an interest in an altar boy, have we?" *Bill asked with a smirk*. "Fuck you!" *She sniffed*. "You don't have to follow those rules. I do." "You chose to follow them." *Bill pointed out, tapping ash onto the floor.* "And that makes you a better criminal?" *Molly asked sarcastically, cocking her head to the side.* "Being a thief means acting like you haven't been living as one. You think the targets are stupid?" "You think they're not?" *Bill countered*. "They invite some random kid to their kids' birthday party and just trust he won't steal their shit?"