Rosie and the boy stood around Copley Square. Connor looked at the piece of paper he had written on at the station. Rosie leaned against him, trying to block herself from the wind and to see the paper. Both boys lit cigarettes. Murphy passed his to Rosie who took a drag and passed it back. Both boys were in their usual garb, thick naval P-coats, jeans and leather boots. Rosie has on Murphy's black long-sleeved shirt and tight jeans, ending in leather boots. All three of them carried black duffel bags. They stayed serious and examined the Plaza Hotel from across the street. Connor pulled out his watch and checked it. "8:45" He mumbled. Rosie snatched his ciagarette, taking a drag and placing it back in his mouth, "Well, let's go." She took off across the street. The twins looked at eachother, then followed her. Inside, Connor stopped Rosie, "Start headin' up in about fifteen mintues. If we're not there, then make up somethin'. Just be careful." Rosie smirked, "I'm not the one going in to kill." She smiled at him then winked at Murphy. The boys smiled back and entered the elevator. Rosie seated herself in a chair, and grabbed a magazine. She waited for a good ten mintues then got to excited. Grabbing her duffle bag, she loaded onto the elevator and road up it. Stepping off onto the third floor, she looked for the room. She shuffled down the hallway and jingled the handle of the last door. It opened easily and she was in. "Nicely done." She said sarcastically, shutting the door and stepping over to the boys. Both smiled to her, then continued looking around. "That was way easier than I thought." Murphy said hitting his brother lightly. "On TV ya always get that asshole that jumps behind the couch." He continued, talking to Rosie. "Yeah, and ya gotta shoot at him for ten mintues." Rosie stepped over the man in the middle, covering her face with the back of her hand, "You really went all out." She said smiling. Connor wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "We're good." Murphy pulled them both over to a suitcase, sitting on the counter. It was full of money. Murphy pulled out a wad of bills and smiled at Rosie, "I love our new job."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The boys immediately snapped into action. "Rosie, hide somewhere." Murphy shoved Rosie behind him. She looked around frantically. "Rosie." Connor yelled in a whisper. He shoved her down, behind the couch. Rosie grunted but stayed where she was. Connor and Murphy made their way to the door. Connor looked into the peep hole, to see Rocco standing on the other side. He was dressed as a hotel employee and had a nametag on that read Jaffar. The twins looked at eachother, then flung the door open, pulling Rocco in. "Oh God! Don't kill me!" Rosie covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. "We're on the same side," Rocco continued to yell, "The boss musta sent you in as back up, huh? Oh shit, please! I'm Rocco. I'm the funny man, " He seemed about to cry, "They call me the funny fuckin' man!" Rosie peeked her head over the couch and saw Connor and Murphy had Rocco pinned to the ground. "Where's your gun?" Connor said attempting to hid his accent. "Chest pocket." Rocco replied. As soon as Connor pulled out the gun, Rosie knew what it was. A six-shooter. "Six bullets. Nine guys." She whispered. "Oh shit! Don't kill me. Oh shit, please no. I'm Rocco. I'm the funny man! The funny man... the funny.." He stopped when the boys removed their masks. Rosie ran to Connor's side, laughing as well, "That was fuckin' A." Rocco stood up and looked around, "What did you do! Fuckin'... what the fuckin' fuck! Who the fuck, fucked this fuckin'? Fuck. How did you two fuckin', fucks?... Fuck!" Rosie and the boys laughed again. "Certainly illustrates the diversity of the word." Connor elbowed Rosie. "What the fuck are you doing here? What, huh? What? What? What? Anwers! I want fuckin' answers!" Rocco yelled angrily. Connor reached out and smacked him, "Get ahold of yourself, man." Rosie hid her snicker that she exchanged with Murphy. He winked at her, and turned to Rocco, "Yeah, get ahold of yourself." He smacked Rocco. Rocco jumped at him, punching and cursing. Rosie watched the boys fight. Both twins laughing. "Listen, we gotta get outta here now. We'll take seperate exits and meet at Rocco's." Connor said stepping up to Rosie. "Rosie, you follow me. Murph, Roc, see you mates in a bit." Murphy gave them a nod of his head and shoved the two suitcases of money in his duffle. Connor took Rosie's hand and pulled her past Rocco, who still stood confused. "Fuck!" Was the last thing they heard as they exited the room. Connor kept Rosie's hand in his as they walked to her car, "Murph was nervous about ya." Rosie stared down at her feet, "What?" Biting her lip, she looked up at him. He had a smirk on his face, "He was 'fraid you'd get there before we did. That you'd get hurt." Connor sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Rosie stopped them, making Connor look at her, "But I didn't." Connor nodded. They stared at eachother for a moment, before Connor smiled, "You can't tell him, I told ya." She shook her head and crossed her heart, "Never." They both chuckled adn headed to the car.
"Anybody you think is evil?" Rocco asked when they had all met up at his house and had a couple beers. Connor nodded, "Yes." Rocco looked at the three across from him, "Don't you think that's a little psycho? A little wierd?" Rosie looked to both boys. "Weird, huh?... Know what I think is weird?" Connor took a swig of his beer, "Decent ment with lovin' families go home everyday after work. They turn on the news and see rapists, murderers, and child molesters all gettin' out of prison." Murphy nodded, "Mafisos gettin' caught with 20 kilos and walkin' on bail the same day." Rosie bit her lip as Connor continued, "Little girls catchin' stray bullets in their heads, playin' hopscotch in their front yards. And everyone thinks the same thing... Some should just go kill those motherfuckers." Murphy leaned forward, tapping his cigarette in the ashtray, "Kill 'em all. Admit it, even you're thought about it." Rosie nodded, "Haven't you ever wondered what the fuck is wrong with this world?" Rocco pondered this as the other three continued to do what they were doing. Both boys cleaned their guns, and Rosie tossed stray things at the cat. "This is some heavy shit. This is like Lone Ranger-heavy man. Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off. You guys should recruit 'cause I am sick and fuckin' tired of walkin' down the street waitin' for one of these assholes to get me, y'know?" Rocco said standing. Rosie watched Murphy raise his beer, "Hallelujah, Jaffar." Rocco ran a hand through his hair, "So you're not just talkin' mob guys. You're talkin' anyone, right? Even like pimps and drug dealers and all that shit?" Murphy and Connor exchanged glances over Rosie's head and nod. "Well fuck, you guys could do this every day." Rocco said with a scoff. Murphy pinched Rosie playfully and replied, "We're like 7-eleven. We ain't always doing buisness, but we're always open." Rosie and Connor both gave him a though smile. "Nicely out." Connor mumbled through his cigarette. An hour later, all four are drunk, and messing around. Pizza is everywhere and Guinness cans cover the table. Rosie has moved from her seat onto Murphy's lap, her legs thrown up on Connor. She laughed hysterically at Rocco, who had on one of the mask and was trying to light a ciagarette. He ripped it off and sighed, "You fuckin' guys. You ruined me. I'm fuckin' done. Permanent package boy." Murphy shook his head, "Who says that? You could take credit on it." Rocco looked up, shocked, "What are you serious?" Murphy lit a cigarette, only to have it snatched away by Rosie, "Yea, fuck it, " He said grabbing another, "If you think about it, it's all you can do really. You can't tell him it was us. Go in braggin' and shit." Connor nodded, "Climb the corporate ladder, boy. Don Rocco." Rocco ran his hand through his hair again, "Fuck it! I'm doing it. I deserve it. I've been working for those fat bastards since I was in highschool and look at this place." The other three nodded in agreement. Rocco got excited, "They're fuckin' me man! Hey, they can suck my pathetic little dick. And I'll dip my nut in marinara just so that the fat fucks can get a taste of home while they're at it. That's it, it's done. I'm doing it." He slammed his hand down on the table, setting off Murphy's gun. It blew the cat right off the table, splattering blood all over the wall. Murphy wrapped his arm around the screaming Rosie and moved away. Connor and Rocco following behind. Everyone screamed and everything was chaos. Rosie jumped out of Murphy's arms, "Shut it. Rocco, shut the fuck up!" Everyone stopped screaming. Murphy rested his hands on Rosie's shoulders and looked at the fur still plastered to the wall, "I can't fuckin' believe that just happened!" "Is it dead?" Rocco asked from behind them. Rosie gave him a look and ran her hand through her hair, "I'm going to bed."
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