Breaking & Entering (You)

"Aren't we escalating things a little too quickly?" You ask Frankie as the five of you march down the local shopping strip under the cover of darkness.

"Nah. Graffiti is just below breaking and entering. Trust me." She nods at you.

Frankie might be winking but it's too hard to tell because of the white Halloween mask covering her face. Each squad member has one on, including you. Joey has painted a skull onto hers, of course. The rest of your outfits are characterised by dark clothing. Frankie is sporting a leather jacket. Julie has a black polo on.

You look at Susie. "I get the hoodie but why the miniskirt?"

She sidles up to you and places one arm over your shoulder. "It's easier if I can just flip it up. Someone has to feed you, babe."

That's Susie in a nutshell. All over you and thinking with her dong.

"This the place, Franks?" Asks Joey.

"Yep, we're here."

The local dispensary. Weed, **** and cigarettes all in one place - the result of a very unconventional deal between the store and the town council. People flock here during the day to get their fix. But now it's nighttime. And heaven help what narcotics are still inside. Julie jimmies the lock with a hairpin. The door opens with a satisfying click.

Julie puffs out her chest. "Did you see that, Frankie? Did you?"

"You did good." Frankie replies, patting her on the head. Julie shakes with silent joy.

The interior of the store is shrouded in mystifying darkness. Less mystifying once you realise it's just unfamiliar because you've never broken into a store before. Joey shines some light on the situation with her trusty pocket torch. Shelves line the walls, and perched on top of them are strange glass canisters like something out of a medieval apothecary. But there's only one thing these medicines treat, and that's a bad time.

"We are gonna get so baked," Joey whispers in awe.

The five of you immediately split up and start ransacking the goods. Colombian Blue, Space Cowboy, Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster - all the weird and wonderfully nicknamed strains of weed are stuffed into pockets and as many plastic bags as you've been able to bring. Frankie snatches a couple of cartons of cigs on her way. You look over at Susie and see her stuffing the front pouch of her hoodie with a slab of beer.