On Monday evening, Molly and Bill crouched behind a bush, sipping warm beer and ruby gasoline from an empty Pepsi can. It was supposed to be coffee, but Molly was on a budget. "What kind of kid party is going on up there anyway?" Molly asked through a lip full of Queen Anne leave stains. "Is this Hollywood kid party? Who does a kid party on a fucking Monday night?" "It's a sorority. They're hosting a university reception event or whatever," Bill replied in a low voice, pointing at the lengthy line of Ubers and Lyfts climbing out of pricey sports cars. "Judging from the guest list, if we pull this off, it'll be the biggest social heist we ever committed." "This will be a piece of cake, then. Cashew nuts are easy. Millions of them," Molly said, "'S long as we can find an exit, I hope. A year in the slammer ain't fun for pretty girls meant to be sexy, you feel me?" She looked nervously at the large, brick university building with its stone domes and WW2-era armored-glass windows. The party buzzed with life and spine-tingling excitement, oblivious to their coma-inducing academics. "We can do this easy now that we have this fancy iPhone 20 someone abbandonated in the bushes by the piss plate." Bill looked over at the phone that rested on Molly's thigh. "That's a USB key, isn't it? How are we gonna use a larch for hacking security cameras?" Molly shrugged. "Go with the flow, Billy boy. Got any other crazy ideas?" "Well, it's a bit outdated but - " Bill said as he unlocked the phone with a password almost as long as Molly's girlfriend - "We can use those wires inside the actual key. I pulled the code from a website." Molly raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Well looks out for any surprise doorbell cameras then. Oh, and anything that's open to the public is off limits, you understand me?" Bill smirked and nodded his head with knowing danger. "I'm hoping for a backup generator or just spins down there in the dark basement. The guest list is longer than an elephant penis if this is what it looks like on the ground. Makes us look like minors, anyways." With a deep breath of cavern-like fresh air and forcibly activated trust in their random meetings and hell-and-back moments, Molly and Bill returned to the bush with cut up clothes from local thrift stores. "Listen, you take the group selfies while I'm in there. And you rotate them on the social media accounts. I'll do the adult thing then." "You make the two men at the door think you're beefy, and don't forget to use the USB key by the tenth door. Hack it, then open from there. "I mean, like, how hard was that, huh?" Molly said as they shuffled through the alcohol. "We're going to share this story at every bar in the city, Billy boy. Oh, and don't forget: we're both men if they encounter us, get some floral shirts on. Looks dumb but you might need a scasis or hardtacksecurity camera to dive through these TSAs or cops or whatever. Maybe you could speak with a lantern and not be caught speaking like limpitation. And I'll make sure I have a friend who dies his thinning hair with one of those hairpieces that no one ever suspects... "Elsewise, you're all mine again," Molly winked as she stood up. "Bye, then." "You're going to have to be every which way you can fucking be," Bill said as he shook his head, still grinning at Molly's ability to even try. "All my men will be, behind steel bars or not..." "I'm fucking freezing," Molly replied as she pulled on her off-white shirt and cut off her hair. "Great look though. This elven-dwarf business needs a run through." "You look beautiful, Molly." Bill said with a shameless smile. "Perfect. They'll never guess. See ya on the other side."