It was yet another day of crime and death. Shifty was out ransacking someone's house, as he often does. You and Lifty had been tasked with the job of look out and pick up, sat in the car waiting for Shifty.

Lifty was sat in the front, being the driver, occasionally looking around as he impatiently waited for his brother to hurry up. You were sat in the backseat, also rather impatiently waiting. Soon enough Shifty would run back while carrying two bags of junk he had stolen from the house, climbing his way into the car and sitting beside you.

"Took ya long enough." Lifty would claim pettily, now ignoring the two of you as he'd focus on the road, radio blasting so he couldn't hear.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Shifty would just roll his eyes in response while going through the bags. He'd chuckle to himself over the stuff he had stolen, clearly prideful and beyond proud of himself for the loot. For once, more than half wasn't complete junk.

"Take a looka' this, hey?"

Shifty would offer to you, wanting to show off. Not that you cared too much about someone else's trash and jewellery, but it was good loot for once.