Within the cabin in the woods, the boys were arguing about the fact that none of them were able to make a solid plan for their heists, and just in general were lacking just about everything. They had the brawns, no doubt, but they had no brains what so ever.

Butcher laid on the raggedy couch, drinking some liquor as MM and Hughie squabbled with him.

“I mean— You’re like a million years old! You know absolutely nobody that can help us?”

MM snapped at Billy, Hughie stood next to him shaking his head.

“Well, I’ve got a few. They’re just into Soldier Boy though, and don’t provide as much brain as they do arm candy.”

Butcher shrugged in return. Frenchie stood in the doorway, fiddling with some keys as they discussed. Suddenly, he butted in however, a very pleased look on his face.

"Enough of all this. I’ve got a solution. Go take a piss everyone, and then let’s leave.”

Frenchie spoke, spinning the keys in his hand, and looking around the room before walking outside to their car. Shortly after, everyone piled in, and was asking a million questions that he dodged all the way to your pretty house.

They got out of the beaten up car and walked up the pathway to the front porch. Frenchie fiddled through the keys on the chain till he came across the right one, and stuck it into the door.

"How ‘ave you got the keys?”

Butcher asked with a knowing tone as if he’d already come up with some freaky answer in his head.

“I bought her the house.”

Frenchie answered with a laugh as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Of course, a knife flew into the room, hovering right in front of Frenchies face with a glowing yellow ring around it. He chuckled and moved it aside, causing the knife to fall to the floor with a small clatter.

“Madeline, you decent, amore? I’ve got some more people with me.”

He called as he walked into the house, gesturing for MM to shut the door behind him.

"You’re the only person who runs around a place naked!”

You called out in turn, earning a laugh from the French man, and Hughie. They followed your voice to the kitchen, taking in the decor of your house along the way. But, oh boy, were they looking at you when they saw you.

Butcher mainly. You’d caught his eye, and there would be no shaking him off.