The night was unseasonably warm for December as Bill and Molly crept across the sun-dappled lawn of the Anderson estate. You'd think parents would realize they're lowering the memo-able standards when they have their shindig at this time of year, but most of them just can't seem to catch on. "That's been your MO since we started hitting the suburbs, sweetheart." Molly retorted as she stuffed the plump grinach as far into her bra as physically possible. "And don't call me sweetheart. I'm not your girlfriend." "N-nice, real nice." Bill huffed behind her. He was too distracted to do more than just huff. He kept stealing glances at the Christmas party going full-throttle inside the three-story-sided colonial just across the fence. "That's some pretty nice loot you've got there too. Gonna have to find someplace safe to stash it." "Ironic, huh? Finding $200,000 under the raggedy ann's crib." Molly smirked. "trash to treasure, I guess. Ain't that some kinda old saying?" "Strictly for little old ladies named Ethel," Bill said breezily, "but I suppose you're onto something there, love." He hoisted himself up over the privacy fence, his eyes squinting against the wind that was picking up a little now. "Let's hurry. We don't want to give ourselves away or miss out on the banana cream pie hidden in the guest bedroom." "Now you're speaking my language." Molly clambered up silently after him, landing softly with a grin. "We'll stuff that baby in my Goyard bag. Have it for breakfast." With that, Bill unlooped the screen door and snuck inside, pulling out his toiletry bag from his backpack. He grabbed the glass meth pipes and little containers of purity tests. He took a seat on the five-foot high beds, employee quickness cutting through his resistant finger. Blood sank into the thin sheet. "Dammit." "Ouch, what are you doing?" Molly quickly hopped back as she used the soap to wipe the stubborn stain right out of Bill's mind. "Nothing... just my finger. Must've sliced it on the screen." He hissed out in playful feigned anger. "The man doesn't need to know. He is a little kid." "True. Have you done this before?" "Does it look like I have? Now drop it." "Well excuse me for asking." "Suit yourself Nukiversary." She huffed, stuffing the bag and herself back to the dresser while Bill twigs. "Man about to flop?" "Just tired," "You don't seem tired to me." "Evidently I do to yourself, I just tried to fall asleep!" "Hmm, strange." "Yeah untill this?" "No sir, till ten."