"So..."

"So...?"

"Is it serious? You know, with you and uh..."

"Amanda."

"Right...So is it?"

"...I don't know, I mean, I took her on a few dates, bought her some jewelry, nothin' too serious."

"Oh, must be nice, you know, actually having someone that doesn't go on heists with you and all."

"Why is it that I get the feelin' you don't like her all that much?"

"Hey, I'm not Trevor, speaking of which..." She raised her dark eyes to the direction of a tall, gruff looking man stomping his way back to the table. Sandra placed the beer bottle back to her lips to avoid the conversation from going any further. Michael turned to where her eyes rested, taking the hint as he too, took a swig of his bottle in order to let the conversation die by the time Trevor arrived back to table with three more beer bottles that would later be littered across the table empty. The both of them knew that Amanda was not a subject to bring up in a conversation with this ill-tempered man, along with the mention of his accent, the air force, his family, and various other topics. They were all having a good night. Why ruin it with Trevor having another rage fit to where they would get kicked out or worse, get the cops involved.

"I heard my name. You guys better be talking some good shit about me." He gruffed out as he sat down next her, setting the beers right down to each of them.

"Why else? What could we possibly talk about that puts you in a bad light huh?" she said as she laid back in the cheap leather booth giving out a chuckle to her friend, taking the last gulp of her beer before reaching out to grab a new bottle.

"Tell me about it..." Michael let out under his breath.

"Oh, aren't you a funny little shit." Trevor said having his furrowed brows and squinted eyes give Sandra the aggressive attention that she was expecting.

"Relax we're only pullin' your leg." Michael chuckled along with her as he downed the rest of his beer with the tilt of the now clear bottle.

"You know, you guys are bullies and you know how much I fucking hate bullies." He let with a snarl.

"Jesus Trevor, calm the fuck down. We're only messin' with ya. We're not even halfway through the night and you're already gettin' worked up."

"Relax Trevor," Sandra said sitting up from her rested position from her seat to place a hand on his shoulder. "If it'll make you feel better we'll stop." She gave Trevor a small smile as she raised her straight edge eyebrows to see if he would give her an answer.

Shrugging Sandra's hand off his shoulder, he slouched against the table as he stared at the bottle that would loosen him up. In a gruff yet softer tone his only response to her was "Yeah yeah...Where the hell is Brad anyway?" It always seemed that Trevor was always dismissive of Sandra's actions whenever she tried to calm him down. As if he were embarrassed that she acted as his mother calming her five-year-old from not getting the lollipop he wanted.

"Said he didn't want to come." She responded with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Dammit, Brad..."

"Who needs 'im? We're fine on our own." Michael said in a muffled tone, scanning around the bar as to not look at Trevor. "Ya know, like old times where it's just the three of us."

"Who needs him? Well, I do when you're too busy with that Mandy chick of yours!" Trevor shouted as he risen from his seat.

"Here we go..." Sandra said under her breath, rolling her dirt brown eyes and slouching even further into her seat as the next argument was about to ensue.

"And you're too busy with whatever it is you do!" He said, pointing at her.

"How's that my fault! You don't call me up to hang out at all anymore since Brad came along! That's your fault if anything!" Sandra defended seating herself straight as a plank as Trevor transferred his anger from Michael to her.

"Yeah!" Michael shouted, getting in on slamming Brad. Anything to show his distaste for him without making it obvious.

"Fair enough! But you have to admit, you're not too big of a fan of Mikey's girl here." That's when the attention fell on her, ocean eyes falling on the brunette, waiting for a response on whether this accusation is true or not. Sandra started to feel anxious then. She didn't like bad mouthing people, especially ones that she never spoke to her. That was the case here as she never really met Amanda officially. She was here and there but never were the two of them were officially introduced. She grew up with manners as well as having a clear judgment, even if she is a criminal.

"Well isn't that the truth?" Michael let out when the starlet of the conversation didn't.

"Well...she's a stripper, that's all I can say, Townley." She said as she hid with hunched shoulders and another downing of Pisswasser.

"So? What's that suppose to mean?" Luckily Michael wasn't offended. He had that desirable smirk on his lips as he rested his arm on the seat, his body sprawled indicating that he was amused with her response. She hated that out of her two partners, Michael was the one that made her nervous. The one that made her feel out of place as if she was the little girl playing big boy games. She hated that she could make Trevor weak in the knees and make Lester feel like a fool as well as make Brad blush a bit. Only if she tried. And that was what she hated about Michael. He made her want to try. Sandra was naturally an unattractive person personally. She had those looks that men desired to have wrapped around their arms but Sandra only wanted the money and leave. She had no desire to swoon men, only for the good of the team. It's one of the parts of the job she hated. Dressing up and making a bimbo out of herself. She'd rather have her long sleeves and raggedy jeans.

"I'm just saying, it ain't the best place to find love..."

"Who said I was lookin' for love? We've only been on a few dates."

"In our world, a few dates means lookin' for love, M." Sandra stated out.

"I say that's a few dates too many! And you two act like a married couple on the verge of divorce. Jesus Mikey, you complain about her all the time! What makes her so great huh?"

"Look man, she's a stripper, I'm a guy. Just waiting for her to give out, that's all."

"And you can't find another chick to give you a jackin' session? Townley, you do realize that there are things called hookers, right? Or is this like a man thing where you can't let one pass up or else it ruins your ego?"

"Yeah, I know just- shut up." He was getting flustered and lord did Sandra enjoyed every bit of his flushed face, his nervous glance, him hiding behind his Pisswasser. This is what she wanted to get out of him.

Trevor let out a loud insulting laugh. Obviously to push Michael into further embarrassment over his relationship with Amanda. Sandra only laughed along with him. A laugh that contrasted to his mean-spirited, shrill of a sound. Michael sat there, thinking how he was put on the spot and how he should allow the brick red cheap animal skinned seat to swallow him whole to allow him to escape this stupid ordeal but instead he found himself chuckling along with his friends and then he found himself shaking, lungs fresh out of the musty, nicotine-filled air as he couldn't help but find the whole thing funny too.

These were the moments that they wished that they had more of. The ones where them being thieves didn't matter, where they could have a good time over some beer and not think about what they'll do next to make money, who they have to trick and scar for the rest of their lives so they can survive this disgusting, unfulfilling, hell hole of a world.

Looking back, Sandra wished she could go back and live that life again. To be with her boys and have those moments again where it was just the three of them. She didn't care if their lives were in danger because she knew they would have her back and she would have theirs. She only wished that she could go back and tell Michael all that she wanted to say or to at least agreed to have covered them instead of backing out when they needed her for one of the biggest scores to fulfill.