Artist looked at the time on his Rolex watch. 00:33 a.m Mafioso Time. It had been 11 minutes since he was told to hold tight. The car was parked in front of a private bank. Artist didn't know many banks open at this time, nor did he know any banks that required climbing through the window. He figured it best to just mind his business. You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. But this very particular night he had a very important arrangement with a curly haired ginger. I mean... he was ONLY two hours late! The only thing worse than standing up a beauty on a date, was standing her up on a date that was supposed to take place in YOUR house. Ooooffff. Artist made his way over to the window of the bank. It was quiet. He jumped to the ledge and clumsily fell inside the bank. He landed face first onto the floor and when his eyes focused, he was laying in front of those white toes that was being caressed by sandles. If only she could put them in his mouth.

"Didn't I tell you to stay put? Since you're here you can make your self useful. There are about seven bags in the vault room that needs to be transported to the car. Gather them by the window and we'll take them all at once. I need you to hurry up though 'cus I ain't tryna be here all night. I have plans."

The nerve of her talking about plans. Either way, the world's artist found himself motioning towards the vault when he stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance. There were ten people tied up to chairs, or hog tied and laid out on the floor. It wasn't the fact that there were people tied up, it was WHO was tied up, one of them being the curly haired ginger that was supposed to be at Artist's place.

"What is this shit?" said Artist.

"I knew you were dumb, but didn't know you were blind. It's a bank heist what the fuck does it look like?"

Artist looked at Bebe like there were 3 heads on her neck before she said with a smirk, "oh you mean tomato head? I found her at your apartment earlier. Now thay we're here, scouts honor i didn't try to break into your place for your original Mona Lisa painting."

"Or did you really break in because you wanted to see my magic moves up c-"

POW! Bebe punched Artist in the face before he could even finish the sentence. "Cut the shit and hurry up loading the car" she said with fire in her eyes. Artist wasn't sure he was in danger or if he was 69 seconds away from being tied up, but he deemed it smart to not find out and do as he was told. It took a mere seven minutes to finish loading the car and as he sat in the passenger seat waiting for Bebe, he heard several shots go off. There was no need to guess what happened. No witnesses. Play by the rules or lose because of them. There would definitely be no Poo-tang Pie later. The car ride back was silent and they arrived at Artist's in no time. 

"Take one of the bags you loaded in the car. It's yours for participation. Don't forget to put some to the side though. This isn't the East Coast and you never know when you need to pay taxes or get some shit done. Go get some rest, I'll see you around."