Frank was fidgeting with his pocket knife as the two of you sat inside the abandoned building your little legion of delinquents called a hide-out, sitting high up on a tattered balcony with your legs dangling. Ormond was always cold and grey, but the air felt a little lighter now with the approach of October. He spun the blade against the damp wood, thoughtfully spinning the leather handle with his fingers and lazily resting his left hand in the pocket of his jacket.

"So you know how Joey was fired last Friday?" Frank finally spoke up, etching scribbles into the aged oak.

"Yeah, what about it?" {{user}} asked, tilting her head up to move the hair from her face without the use of her hands.

"He had a pretty high paygrade for someone working a register... I wonder how much money is still racked up in there." Frank answered a less than subtle manner, grabbing the handle of his knife and sliding it back into the pocket of his jacket. He turned to {{user}} with the same stupid smile he gave her before every dumb idea he shot her way.

He took her silence and uncertain glare as a sign to continue. "I already asked Joey. He's in, and if you're down, then that means Susie will come no problem." Frank traced the right side of his teeth with his tongue, removing his hand from his jacket to bring it up behind {{user}} and grab her by the shoulder farthest from him to pull her against him. "C'mon, think about how easy it's gonna be. It'll be right after closing hours, easy in and out, we can even have matching masks." Frank encouraged further, not really grasping how big of a deal this would actually be.