It's been ten minutes with him in his car. He does not want her here and it's obvious but Ally doesn't care. She's here and she's not leaving. She needed this reckless life. She had made herself comfy on the front seat, sinking into her baggy sweater. She felt like this car was going to become home.

"Look, Angel-"

"-Call me Ally." she said.

"I hate that name."

"Me, too." Ally replied.

He shook his head. "You're not going to like what I do. You don't know what I do."

"Well, what do you do?" she questioned.

He stared at her for a moment. She's his age and he doubts that she'd waste her time explaining his job to anybody so he decides to tell her. "I'm a con artist."

She leans her head back on the seat, her lips are still curled into a grin as she looks out the window, "That's cool."

He hadn't expected that. He glanced at her and then an idea struck his mind. She wanted reckless? He was going to give it to her. There's nothing more fun than transforming somebody innocent into somebody totally bad. Perhaps, this was another adventure he had yet to experience in his life. He smirks. "What would you say to conning?"

She had to bite her tongue so she wouldn't howl out how perfect this was. She glanced back at him, too. "I thought you said you didn't do partnerships." she retorted.

"I've reconsidered." he replied, focusing on the road again.

Ally pretended to hesitate. "Sounds good to me."

She was different than what he'd expected. She really was serious about wanting to come with him, doing as he said. He couldn't figure out why she wanted this. She looked like an average girl who probably attended Harvard or NYU. He didn't know if she did or not but she's sitting in his front seat now and, for some reason, wants all of this and he's strangely okay with that. It is what it is.

He reaches into the backseat while managing to keep the car moving straight on the road. He tosses something into her lap. She looks at it and sees the bottle of scotch. He tells her slyly, "Drink that. Right now."

"What?" she questioned, frowning in confusion.

"Drink it." he told her.

The goody-two-shoes side of her sparks. "Uh...Well, I've never drank before...Shouldn't I try something lighter and then eventually get to this-"

"Drink." he demands.

Ally stares at him for a moment before obeying. Oh, how bad this was for her ever-weakening heart and oh, how badly she didn't care anymore. This is called living, she tells herself. She gets the cap off and then takes a small, itty bitty sip. She clears her throat slightly.

"That was shitty. Gulp it." Austin demanded. She looks at him again before looking at the bottle. She sighs. She throws back the contents, drowning them into her esophagus. She pulls the bottle away from her lips, coughing and gagging. It burned her mouth. Austin laughed whole heartedly.

He decides that maybe having her around won't be so bad if he gets to watch stupid stuff like this every time. He looks at her and sees her throwing back more of the contents as it now seemed her mouth was numb to its burning sensation. His eyes widened slightly and he reaches out, pulling the bottle from her mouth. The liquid falls over the front of the Hoodie she's wearing.

"Hey, Rookie, settle down." Austin said, dropping the bottle in the cup holder. Ally dabbed at her mouth with the back of her hand, coughing a little more. "You have a lot to learn, do you hear me? Until you know what you're doing, don't touch anything or do anything without my approval first." Really he didn't care what she did, but he really liked this control thing, this master thing. He liked being the dictator.

She frowned over at him, "I didn't peg you for a control freak."

"Surprise, bitch." Austin said wryly. Ally shook her head and rolled her eyes slightly as she watched the city pass her by. A few minutes pass by. "So, Rookie, Where do you come from?"

"Does it matter?" Ally replied, her throat still feeling like it was on fire.

"Just trying small talk. Didn't know you were so touchy." Austin replied.

"Indiana." Ally said after a beat of silence. "What about you?"

"Tampa." Austin said. "I always visited Miami as a kid. Eventually decided to make it home." Ally nodded. "What brings you to Miami?"

Ally shrugged, "I needed something new."

"Well," Austin started, his tone dry, "You picked a great something new. You know, most girls would move to L.A., New York, Malibu, to become fashion designers, models, singers. You pick Miami to crash a lifestyle with a con artist."

"I'm not most girls." Of course she's not like most girls, she's dying.

"No, shit." Austin mumbled, a chuckle vibrating out from his vocal cords. Austin has suddenly pulled down a sketchy road, that was the first thing Ally nodded. Hobo's, drug addicts, and more, all living down on this venue. This is what you wanted, Ally, don't act so surprised, she thought sourly. So she squares her shoulders and lets her heart pump adrenaline to her veins.

The stares she's given doesn't go unnoticed. They are frowning and Austin knows why. It was obvious Ally was not some rich chick. She didn't have the diamond earrings, the designers clothes on, or the twice shampooed hair. She was so original. Also the fact that Austin's never brought a girl here before.

Austin pretends like he doesn't feel those gazes drilling into the car as he spins around a curve in the road and poorly parks the car by a dumpster that reeks like old food. Austin takes the keys and gives her a smirk. "This is home, Angel."

She gets out of the car and she can feel the bad company like knives in her back. She suddenly wants to glue herself to Austin, have him shield her from their odd looks, from their untrustworthy demeanor. She sticks to her own stride instead, following behind him.

Just as he opens the door. Ally's bombarded with the smell of cigarettes, beer, weed, and everything else that smells like somebody died. The hallway is narrow and the walls look like they're going to crumble but as Austin raps and glides his knuckles along the walls until he reaches his door, Ally knows that they are sturdy enough.

He pops open the door and the first thing she sees is the clean, but beat-up apartment. She wonders how this place could look like such trash but still feel so completely cozy. She walks in first, he seems to have a little bit of politeness. No, the politeness is gone when he thinks she's moving a little too slow, so he gives her a nudge to make her hurry up. Ally stumbles inside and then hears the door creak shut behind Austin.

He looks around. "Well..." he looks around and points in every direction as he lists, "Kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedroom." His hands are in his pockets as he smirks lazily at her, "Wanna go home yet?"

She looks at him and shakes her head, "No. I like it."

He stares at her for longer than he thought he would. He couldn't believe she actually liked it. This place was as smelly, as run down, as disgusting as an apartment could get and, like him, she liked it! Yeah, this partnership thing might just work out because she's not the typical goody-two-shoes. Well, obviously not, like, she was willing to give up every good thing she had going for her to make her life like Austin's. She's a nut.

"You get beat up couch, I get busted mattress bed." Austin said. "I don't care if you're a rookie, you don't get the bed."

"Didn't plan on it." she replied. He dropped everything he'd bought at the liquor store onto the counters. He cracked open a can of beer and started glugging it. Ally's never exactly been around somebody drunk before and she has mixed feelings between whether she's curious, excited, or scared.

"Don't worry," his grin is boyish, "I won't get drunk until you're comfortable here, but," he smirks widens as he flips out a cigarette box, "If you really want this partnership, you've got to try your first cigarette." he flashes the death ticket in her face.

The first thing that comes to mind is her heart. She had forgotten how much of this being reckless thing was probably going to make her die faster. She still finds the ability to smirk and nod her head. He points to the couch for her to sit down on. It's lumpy and uncomfortable but she doesn't mind all too much. It's better than paying for a hotel.

He flips out a lighter from his back pocket. He holds the cigarette for her, pressing it between her lips. She feels energetic and alive right now, but terrified. Her smirk hides her terror. This was against everything in her, but she wanted this life and if she dies from this, at least she can say, she was living out the last few bits of her life. The cigarette is lit. "Inhale." he orders and she does. Austin quickly tears the cigarette away from her lips when she begins to cough hysterically, smoke spilling out her lips. He grins, laughing to himself. Having her around was already fun. It's like experiencing all of his firsts again. When she's finished nearly coughing up her lungs, he places it back on her mouth. She knows what to do this time: she inhales and she coughs lightly, but she's doing well enough for Austin to know that she's a complete natural.

"Good girl," Austin taunts. He picks up her hand and places her fingers on the cigarette so it is now propped between the tips of her middle and index finger. His grin gets bigger when she inhales deeper and then blows out in his face to which he inhales the smoke. He tries not to laugh when she makes a disgusted face at him. He doesn't regret letting her join him one bit. She pulls the cigarette away for another small fit of coughing. Austin just smirks.

So...Really short, sorry.