MHA #9, Saturday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara bustled around the kitchen, the part of her that was still just a wide-eyed, innocent country girl marvelling at the all the best modern appliances that money (passed over and accepted with no questions) could buy.

Putting the finishing touches on supper, she brought the plates over to the table, where various maps and blueprints were rolled out, held down at various corners with violin cases and lock-picks. This mightn't have been exactly the big city dream she'd back in Stowecroft, but it was the one she had now.

[For the partner in crime.]

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[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Look, a girl needed a doll, that's all there was to it. Especially a wide-eyed, innocent country girl easily corrupted to the Dark Side doll.

Surreal reached idly for one of Cara's rolls. Not Dirty. "Got any preferences, Kitten?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Her mother had warned her about bad boys, when really she should have warned her about a certain kind of girl. If she had, Cara might never have fallen under Surreal's dangerous sway.

As it was, she felt two kinds of forbidden thrill running down her spine as she looked over the maps. "There's a jewellery store and the bank. Those should have the most loot."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Jewelry store first then, be sure to case it first and pick out a nice present for yourself," Surreal said with a wink. "I'll check out the bank."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Be careful," Cara said. "They probably have more guards there." She didn't know what she'd do without Surreal there to look out for her.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"For you, Kitten, careful is my middle name," Surreal promised with a rakish grin, crossing her heart. "They won't even know I'm there."

"Now, when you go to check out the jewelry, if anyone asks, mention your boyfriend. Then they won't suspect you when two girls hit the joint."

[wrongkindofsith]

She knew that it was supposed to be wrong for another girl's grin should cause that fluttering in her belly, but it felt so right instead.

"My boyfriend?" Cara repeated, grinning back. "What should I say he's like?"

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Tall, good 'ol farm-boy stock with biiiiiiiiig shoulders and clean-cut," Surreal deadpanned. "Like that Wayne fellow, but wholesome."

Surreal was a terrible person.

[wrongkindofsith]

Yes, yes she was.

"So nothing like Wayne at all." Cara was still figuring her way around having a smart mouth, but it was one of the many things she was learning from Surreal. "Does my farm-boy have big, strong hands and a bashful grin?"

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Cara's mouth was a fast learner.

"Of course," she teased. "And he's named something dull, like Richard or Dickie."

[wrongkindofsith]

That's because it was getting an awful lot of practice.

"I don't know that I'd go for a Dick."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"They don't know that," Surreal pointed out slyly. "And if anyone asks if you want to meet their 'friend' Dick, it's someone we get to shoot later."

[wrongkindofsith]

"We'd have to shoot a lot of people then," Cara said, sounding less troubled about that than she would've been, once upon a time. "Men are pigs."