The gang pulled off the biggest heist of all, and they decided to celebrate by renting out the entire top floor of a hotel and having a private party down in the lobby. They got drinks, music, TV, and a ton of confetti. Although Bain is dead, Wick left, and Ethan and Hila left to pursue their life of internet fame, there were still plenty of gang members willing to celebrate robbing the White House.

Well, everyone was celebrating, except for Sydney. She sat at the couch, holding a half full wine glass while people celebrated in the background. She stared blankly into the TV screen, playing the news about their recent robbery. Sydney sighed before looking down at her wine and took a small sip of it.

Ever since they robbed the White House and the gang had plans on splitting, she doesn't know what to do with her life anymore. Normally she'd be a crazed drunken woman ready to kill someone tonight but instead she was just confused about what to do next.

She looked at the clock on the TV stand, "5:39" it read. Sydney sat and thought about what to do next. Should she continue the life of crime, or follow her dreams and passion. Both have their upsides, Sydney can become filthy rich and a feared mobster or she could be happy and have something to be proud of in life.

"Jacket," She thought to herself, "I could talk to Jacket about this, he's always willing to listen."

She stood up from the couch and took another drink from her glass. She looked back at the crowd of mostly men to try and find the older male. She did note what they were all doing though, Dallas was popping open a champagne bottle while gambling with Hoxton who had 3 empty beer bottles next to him, Wolf was as always, quiet and just another face in the crowd observing everyone, Clover was betting on Dallas winning and would probably be right since she has insane amounts of luck, everyone else was either drinking, dancing, or just unnoticeable in the crowd. She did notice a lack of a few faces though, Jacket was one of them.

She didn't bother asking anyone where Jacket was as they probably didn't know, didn't care, or she didn't wanna draw attention to herself. Sydney moved past the crowd to the elevator. She took another drink from her glass and felt the alcohol slowly settle in. Her vision became unclear and she felt unbalanced, but it wasn't enough for her to completely lose all control of herself.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, the 30th floor. She walked out and was greeted by a dark hallway with dark rooms on the sides of it. She fumbled out of the elevator and moved over to Jacket's room. While moving, she was less visibly quiet and had her head perked up and rather than a nervous smile, a smug.

Sydney opened the door to Jacket's room and light from the windows shined in the wallway, it was a blinding effect but made her feel more comfortable in the hallway. She noticed a man in a well dressed tuxedo facing the nearly pure white windows with their back to her. Since this was Jacket's room, it made sense for it to be Jacket himself.

"Hey, Jacket…" She shyly said to him, "I've been having some thoughts lately on the gang splitting and… I don't know, I guess I just need someone to talk to…"

He perked up when he heard her speak, either from excitement, happiness, or surprise.

"So, uh… Do you mind?" Sydney said softly, almost whispered.

"Hey, look Sydney…" He SPOKE.

Sydney gasped, Jacket never spoke before, he always talked with his tapes and even then he barely used them while in a casual conversation. But then when Sydney's surprisement went away, she realized the voice sounded familiar and it wasn't Jacket, but Houston. Sydney forgot, Jacket and Houston share rooms since they didn't have enough rooms for every member.

"Oh… Houston… I didn't know you were up here…" Sydney said, embarrassed.

"It's alright…" He replied before taking a swig of beer.

Sydney walked closer to Houston and saw that he had an entire cooler up here with a bunch of beer bottles in it. How much was he planning on drinking?

"Do you know where Jacket is?" She asked the man.

"Haven't seen him since he left to go downstairs, he left a couple tape recordings in here, he'll probably be back for 'em." Houston answered, "You should probably stay here and wait for him."

"Oh, do you mind if I do though?" Sydney asked him.

"Nah… I don't mind it."

She took a seat on the opposite side of the bed, their backs were facing each other, one was curved, the other was straight up.

Sydney sat there for about 30 seconds before realizing she was out of wine in her glass. Guess it couldn't hurt to ask him for a bottle.

"Can you pass me one?" She politely asked.

Houston silently grabbed a beer from the cooler and handed it to her, she thanked him before opening the bottle and taking a huge stress drink of it. The room was now completely silent, the only sounds being footsteps from people downstairs and the sounds of the bed ruffling against the 2 heisters, sitting on it. The 2 didn't mind the silence, but it did bug them how they were both just sitting in the same room, not even talking. Houston decided to step outside his comfort zone for once to spark up a conversation.

"So… What were you gonna tell Jacket?" He questioned, trying to be as formal as possible with his drunken mind.

"Oh, it was nothing, just some thoughts and feelings like what I wanna do after the gang splits…" She replied, bashfully.

He realized the conversation was gonna be cut short if he kept trying to ask about her personal thoughts and feelings. Houston took another step outside his comfort zone to talk about his thoughts.

"Well, I'm thinking of becoming a contractor when I get outta here." He said, reluctantly.

"Why's that?" She questioned, genuinely intrigued.

"Well… It all started when- um… You sure you really wanna hear it?" He was now a mile away from his comfort zone, not even looking back now.

Sydney nodded in response.

He tried to be subtle but ended up just making his statement obvious and straight to the point. "It all… Um… I-I think joining the Payday Gang is the worst decision I've ever made in my entire life!"

Sydney perked up from this sudden, aggressive tone from him. She could tell he was reluctant to tell her but yet he still was, she was wondering how much he'd spill out before finally stopping.

"Why do you say that? It seems like you've got it made in the Payday Gang." She questioned him once again.

"Well… Since I was young, I always felt as if I was living in Dallas' shadow, just a Dallas Jr. everywhere I go. After Dallas joined a mob when he was in his early thirties, I didn't know what to do with my life as my role of being the younger brother was gone. So, I got into cars. I fixed up cars, made cars, jacked cars, it was an entire decade to myself where I finally felt as if I was the person instead of the shadow. But then, Hoxton was arrested, they needed a replacement, and Dallas thought of me. Once I joined, the feeling of being the younger Dallas came back, stronger than ever. When Dallas was absent, I was the leader, I led you guys to safety and victory. It went like this for a while and it never passed. Then came Hoxton's breakout. After we broke out the dickhead, he made me feel even more like a dumbed down version of Dallas. He called me 'Houston,' he constantly said how I'm just a stupid little brother of Dallas, he made my life even more hell than it already was. That's why I always acted as the ghost of the group, staying in the shadows, on backup, only there when I was needed, it was to get me further away from what made me feel as the second in command. But, it just ended up making me feel even more depressed. That's why, when this gang splits, I'm not going to be the leader, I'm going to be the guy behind the scenes. Assigning contracts, alerting the team of incoming SWAT, doing all the hand puppetry while I'm plenty away from being the second in command…

...Hey, sorry bout my rambling, I just had so much to get off my chest and-"

"Oh, no, no, no… It's fine, just let it all out, I'm sorry to hear what you've had to go through, must've been tough, I always imagined you as the one just trying to get away from it all, little did I know how both close and far off I was from the original story…" Sydney felt sympathy for the ghost, he seemed like he really needed someone to be there with him, and it seemed as though Sydney was a good fit.

"Sorry you had to sit through all that… Anything I could do to repay the favor?" Houston said in a more calming and quiet voice this time.

"There is one thing…" Sydney replied, "Up to the task?"

Houston quietly muttered "Sure" under his breath before taking another large gulp of his beer.

Sydney sighed, either as a relief that he answered yes, or trying to get her confidence back to express herself.

"Well… It's a similar situation to yours. Once I heard the gang was splitting and we were going our separate ways, I thought to myself on what I should do and slowly realized that I was never into crime in the first place. Which is why I became good friends with Jacket, he was a good person to talk to and never protested or talked back. The only downside was that he never gave any feedback really… Remember that time we went to Scarface's mansion? Well, I do, and when I went there and saw the cartel in there, living in a big mansion, off the coast with their huge legacy. It just made me scared, seeing them with the moral code of 'I will only die by my own hands' made me think about our gang, and what we could become if we stayed in crime. Living in a huge mansion, with a dumb legacy, worshipped and feared by everyone, with the ego of a popstar. It pushed me more and more away from crime and made me think about what I wanted to do…"

"And what is that dream?" Houston asked, politely.

"This'll probably sound embarrassing but I wanna win something, be proud of something like a gold medal! And then I wanna help the community, donate to charity, help kids with illnesses, just be a better person in general!" Sydney then fell silent for a while, she was standing up with a smile on her face, imagining her life after all this. Her smile turned to a frown before she sat back down and looked at the ground, embarrassed.

"That sounds like a lovely life…" Houston muttered looking at her.

"You really think so?" She questioned, shyly.

"I do, you should start on that as soon as the sun rises in morning!" He exclaimed, happily.

The 2, at some point during their conversation, moved next to each other on the foot of the bed and stared at each other, both were happy with their heart to heart and felt as if their lives just got a whole lot better. They felt closer than ever before, and they were barely friends in the gang, but deep down, they loved each other.

They both broke eye contact, awkwardly and at the same time. They didn't wanna know what would happen next, so they decided to end their night there.

Sydney spoke, "Well then, it's getting late, I need to be getting back to my room."

Houston made no objection as she left, leaving her half empty bottle of beer on the nightstand. They were gonna miss each other once the gang splits, and no one but them would've known what went down that night, and only they would know each other's true colors.

Little did they know, that was the last they'd ever see each other, as everyone else woke up, with them left early to do what they wanted to do in the world.