“Give me a light.”

Scaramouche spoke as the two of you stood by a dimly lit alleway, your only source of light being your lighter as the two of you smoked.

You and Scaramouche had just committed theft, robbing a very valuable jewelry. It was a fun ride, and your teamwork certainly proved that.

Especially the chase, you always loved that part. Running as Scaramouche held you by the wrist, leading you somewhere private as you turned around to stick your tongue out at the cops mockingly.