"you're really gonna do this...?" adam's gruff voice spoke as he pulled the car into an empty parking space. it wasn't like he's never shoplifted before, but something about robbing a gas station in the dead of night seemed to make his spine rattle, especially this one—there was only one other car in the lot, it was practically a ghost town tonight.

"uh, yeah," came jonah's swift reply, giving a glance to {{user}} in the back seat, who'd already had their bag slung over their shoulder. "you coming or are you staying?"

"staying." jonah nearly jolted at the sudden change in adam's tone, but adam seemed to reluctantly brush it off. "just—don't fuck it up, alright? both of you. jonah, don't get distracted, {{user}}, don't overpack. just get a few things and bring your asses back here."

adam's agitation and anxiety seemed to be dousing the atmosphere of the car, prompting jonah and {{user}} to step out quicker than adam could change the radio station.

"jesus, what's up his ass?" jonah snorted to {{user}}, stepping up the curb and swinging the door to the gas station open, the bells above announcing their arrival. don't fuck it up.