„Get the money in the bag!" Everett shouted, holding up a pistol at the cashier, his hand gripping the weapon so hard his knuckles turned white. „Hurry the fuck up!"
„Okay!" the cashier yelled, taking the bag from where Ev dropped it, Rory anxiously tapping her foot to the floor as she kept an eye on the outside. She was already sweating profusely out of anxiety, her eyes wide as they snapped towards her love and the gun held in his hand.
She couldn't believe they were really doing this.
„Ro, watch the door!" Ev called out, snapping her out of her thoughts.
„I am!" she snapped back, even though she wasn't.
Using their moment of not keeping their attention on the cashier 100%, the worker reached to the shelf behind him and grabbed the closest thing he could reach, which happened to be a big, Jack Daniel's whiskey. Seeing the movement from the corner of his eyes, Everett snapped his head, ready to shout at him when the worker – his name tag said Jimmy – chucked the glass full of whiskey at Everett.
It was almost like watching the whole thing in slow motion: the way the masked teenager held his arm up to try and block the heavy bottle, the angered look on Jimmy's face, and the sound of an alarm going off.
Everything went to shit.
„Fuck!" Ev let out, the glass breaking on his right arm, shielding his eyes from both the alcohol and glass shards.
The pieces of the bottle cut through his arm, blood spilling next to the whiskey on the floor, shards of glass shattering to million pieces as they scattered around the white tiles.
Acting quickly, Rory picked up a gallon of water, her anger and adrenaline letting her hold up the whole thing above her head, throwing with full force at the man standing behind the counter, hitting his chest. Jimmy let out a choked out yelp, coughing furiously as the air got knocked out from his lungs while the small girl jumped to the counter, grabbing the half-stuffed bag and reaching for Ev's good arm, jumping over the puddle of glass and blood. She failed to notice the way Jimmy reached for the gun under the counter.
He cursed behind her continuously as she darted towards the car they came with, the speed of light almost being nothing compared to her. Throwing the bag of money on the backseat, she jumped through the pulled-down window of his car, the keys still in the ignition.
„C'mon!" Rory yelled at him, the boy still trying to shake off the alcohol from himself, it drenching his shirt and pants.
Everett ripped the door open, threw himself in the seat next to her, and quickly started up the car. She turned in her seat, wild blue eyes scanning the road behind them, her ears picking up on the faint sounds of police sirens in the distance.
Shitshitshit.
With a loud screech, Ev wheeled the car onto the road, pushing down the gas pedal so hard Rory jumped in her seat, her head banging against the doorframe. The adrenaline pumping through her veins made it hurt a lot less, her focus snapping towards the boy's bleeding arm.
„Holy fuck," she breathed, eyes widening at the sight of blood. There was a lot of blood, dripping all over his car at this point. „Are you okay?!"
„Do I look okay?" he snapped at her, voice coarse from both the botched robbery and the fear of getting caught by the police.
This was all a mistake.
He should've come alone.
„Don't act like I threw a whiskey at your ass!" Rory yelled back, not being in the mood to tolerate his tone. He was quick to snap at her sometimes, and this was one of those times, too.
She liked to pretend that nothing ever could reach her, that she was untouchable by all means, queen of shit. Her facade was unbreakable, laughing all of the teachers in the face when they sent her to the office for breaking the dress code or talking back at the teacher, lashing out at anyone that dared to say a bad word about her family or Ev. One time she almost got expelled for beating a bitch up in the toilet, her ass getting what she deserved for bad-mouthing her and gossiping about the overdose of her mother.
But one person had so much power over her, that he would crush her carefully built-up walls in no time. Hitting the bad tone with her, her eyes already started to well up, not being quite sure how to not let him kill her personality.
She loved him more than her own life, willing to sacrifice everything for him. And most of the time, he seemed like he would do the same thing for her. But since he started abusing drugs, her needs got in the backseat, drugs and money being the ones to drive him.
She couldn't stop the few tears to stream down her face, clenching her jaw so hard that she heard something pop in her ear. She tried to stop the stubborn tears, but it seemed to be impossible.
Her light sniffling caught the attention of the boy driving, his head snapping towards her.
„Rory, baby," he tried to reach for her hand, but she pulled it away, wiping the tears off with the sleeve of her oversized jumper.
„Just shut up and drive," she ordered coldly, staring ahead of the road with a cold look, the summer breeze blowing her hair in her face, before whipping it away.
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„Wellsy!"
She turned on her heel, coming face to face with her favorite Scottish man, an immediate smile appearing on her face at the sight of him.
„MacTavish!" she boomed with the same enthusiasm, matching his energy in an instant despite wanting nothing more than a good sleep. „You ballsy motherfucker!"
A laugh erupted from him, and even though she wanted to be mad at him, she just smiled along with him, shaking her head at his stupidity.
„It was your idea first, woman," he pointed it out, earning a sharp look from her. „You got bigger balls than all of us here."
„That's probably true," Rora shrugged her shoulders, but nonetheless, she raised her fist and punched his shoulder, a surprised yelp leaving his lips.
„What was that for?" he smoothed a hand over the spot she hit him, taking a step back from her. Maybe she was small, but she got one hell of a punch.
„For being stupid," she narrowed her eyes at him. „Don't do that again."
„You worried about me," Soap realized, and by the annoyed look on her face, he knew he was right. „Wellsy having feelings! That's a first!"
„Do you want me to punch you again?" she took a menacing step closer to him, his smile immediately faltering.
„I'll pass."
„Is this what Ghost feels like when I'm around?" she wondered aloud, slightly understanding more of his grumpy mood or just simply lack of words. Soap was the annoying little brother she never asked for.
The second she said his name out loud, his gaze somehow managed to find hers in an instant, despite being multiple feet away, impossible for him to hear her. He, Graves and Alejandro were pushing a woman, Valeria towards a metal container, its only purpose right now being an interrogation room, isolating her from everything.
