Molly slipped out of the door of the abandoned warehouse and found herself face to face with Bill, the slightly rumpled thief with a mischievous glint in his eye. They stood in the moonlit alleyway, their shared eyes gleaming in the dark. "Alright, little darling," Bill whispered, a sly smile spreading across his face. "We make a decent team, don't we?" Molly raised an eyebrow, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think more like a menace, Bill, but I like the sound of that." Bill chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I propose this aces are better than you, Molly. A little ruse to get to the party. Then we charm our loot." Molly nodded, winking. "Pimped it up a bit, huh?" Bill snorted. "Got it." He took a deep breath, his breath escaping in a rasp. "One sec, just one sec. I'll do the talking to the party moms. You keep the...uncovering." Molly gestured, eyes narrowing.