Work Text:
It’s quiet
Toooooooooooo quiet
There should be
something
Something going on around here
Banging or
childproof alarms go off
or the clamor of hushed whispers
as to not be heard
Or something
Something like that
Yeah
Good weather for a hike, though!
…Or maybe even…a heist!
Heh
hehehyeah, yeah, a heist
That’s what this is!
(real proud of myself right now)
Easy job for a dastardly crook of my vast experience, I’m sure
(pays well, too)
Boot goes into handle
Rubber against alder
DIY shoe shine against fresh paint
(don’t know, don’t care)
Stomping onto white marble,
hard enough to feel silly and accomplished,
quiet enough to not disturb
(don’t care, not supposed to care, rebels are not supposed to care, I do not care about ruining some shitty paint job
that he didn’t even do himself! he got Kenny to do it
on his day
off,
not even offering to pay him for his time, just ‘cause he was too damn lazy to
…
Swiping the expensive (wine’s expensive, right?) stuff from the
Top shelf
(i’m downing enough, that man’s gonna have to peel me off his linoleum tiles)
Tried turning around, looking to hook the spikes lining the back of my boots into the handles
somehow
(miss. by a wide margin.)
Bottle goes clack
I go clack
Whole house goes clattering across the floor
Kenny chucks the shards in a walmart bag (‘m kinda pissed they don't puncture the bottom, spill back out onto the floor. Keep that to myself, like the professional I am.)
Stan tries to do the same to me, all night
He’s no fun
This is no fun
I want to pass out in my own home
with no one to carry me back to bed.