The quiet bank was filled with the usual amount of people. They came and went and talked to the cashiers and made small talk with the other locals. Outside the dirt on the road was quickly interrupted by the rumble of the car engine. The slam of two car doors could be heard from the inside of the bank. A couple minutes later, a man and a woman came in and stood by the door. The man smiled and walked up to the middle of the bank, "Good afternoon. This here is Miss Bonnie Parker," he motioned to the small blonde woman beside the door. He continued, "And I'm Clyde Barrow. We rob banks."
Pulling out his handgun he aimed it at the cashier, "Let's just do this nice and easy. Just hand all the money to Bonnie. If anybody moves then they'll be shot." Clyde looked over at Bonnie, "Get the money Bon."
Bonnie gave him a small smile and walked over to the cashier. She hated being called 'Bon' and she hated being bossed around by Clyde. But then again she was still a beginner at robbing banks. The cashiers looked scared when Bonnie approached the counter. Opening up the bag she waited for the money to be dropped in and every time a bundle of cash was handed over she smiled her innocent smile and said politely, "Thank you."
Clyde on the other hand was waiting for anyone who moved. He noticed the security guard moving for his gun. Just give him a good scare. Pulling the trigger, he laughed as the bullet hit the guard's hat. The guard looked scared out of wits and backed away. "See now I told you don't move!"
When all the money was taken Clyde and Bonnie ran back to the car. Clyde looked over, "You did great Bon."
"Why don't I ever get to do the talkin'?"
"Cause the gang is called the Barrow Gang for a reason."
"Well I wanna do the talkin'"
Suddenly the policemen from the town started firing at their car. Clyde ducked down, "Just shoot Bon."
Bonnie looked over at him and yelled over the gunshot, "Stop calling me Bon!"
"Fine. Just shoot!"
"Shut up!"
Their argument lasted the whole time they were in the car. Even after they had lost the police they were still fighting. Finally Bonnie threw the gun at him, "Clyde Barrow I hate you!"
Clyde wanted to throw it back at her but decided to climb up to the front seat and sit next to their getaway driver, C.W. There was silence but it wasn't the awkward silence. It was the silence after an argument, an argument that wasn't settled and nobody had won or lost. They had nothing to say right now and C.W. clearly didn't want to get in the middle of this fight.
