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4:00 AM- morning of le heist
“Up, up, up, ladies! Coffee’s on, oui oui. Ennui. Boredom. Croissants y-“
A pillow went soaring across the room. “For God’s sakes! If you don’t can that poutain d'accent I’ll march right up to Le Lourve and confess to our crimes right now! J’en ai marre.”
“Yeah, say sorry Iman.” Chris grinned as he swung his legs up and over the bed. “Come on ladies. We got to put your ladylike struggles aside for just one day!”
Iman rolled her eyes as she leaned against the rusty wooden island. She glanced down at herself- old pajamas, old apartment, young woman. The others didn’t understand what this meant to her. She’d never been the type that could afford to be “klepto”, as Bonnie and Chris called it. In fact, she could never really afford anything. Of course, the others would never judge her- they were in it together. But they’d never know how make-or-break this was either.
”It’s not one day, fils de pute. We pull this off- we’re in it for life. You realize this?”
An awkward silence set over the once lively room, only broken by Bonnie’s exaggerated yawn. “Ahhhh… where am I? Where’s my top? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? I’m going to call the goddamn French police-“
”Good morning to you too, sister of mine.” Chris set a cup of coffee on Bonnie’s nightstand. “How’s that weird ass rape-fantasy of yours coming?”
“Fucking weirdo.”
”Hey, you started the morning like this, not me.”
Iman could tell an argument was about to break out. “Please focus, guys. We’re set to rob the goddamn Louvre in 5 hours. Not the time for games.”
Gen tsked. “We need morale now more than ever, Iman.”
”I know. I know that more than anybody, Gen. It’s just, can’t anybody see what we’re risking here?”
Chris groaned, and- seeing the room glare at him- switched to a more sympathetic grin. “We all know what we’re risking. And we’re all here anyways. Look, my contact will get us in and out in a snap.”
”Your contact is a fucking construction worker.”
”And if you had been paying attention, Bonnie, you’d know that we’re going to dress up as construction workers too. Obviously, you girls are going to have to stuff your bottoms. They aren’t as progressive in France.”
Bonnie shoved his shoulder. “Didn’t they invent homosexuality or something?”
”No, Bonnie,” the room echoed in sync and went silent. After a minute the four started laughing uncontrollably.
Wiping tears of laughter off her face, Iman cracked a smile. “We’ll be fine. It’s just, you guys know I can’t fuck this up.”
”You won’t. We won’t let you.” Gen smiled softly.
And with that, the group had sealed their fate. They were going to rob the Louvre- no matter who made it out.