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Vinewood Night (Alpha and Sacred)

Morning found Max sitting on the concrete walkway outside the room, watching the dawn from behind the wafting trail of smoke from his cigarette. He hadn't noticed it the night before but the air was different out here. The smog and perfume and all the other crap that filled the air in L.A. to the point where you could Scilly taste it, thick and full bodied on your tongue like wine wasn't present.

Instead it was clean and dry and even as the chill of the night before faded he could still feel it on his skin. It amazed him how a place not even six hours outside the city could be so different, so organic.

He thoughts shifted. From the difference between here and there to something more pressing. To the nag of money sitting in the hotel room, and to what the fuck they where going to do next. He tossed his cigarette over tge edge of walkway into the dirt parking lot and fired a fresh one.
 
Sandy didn't sleep well at all that night. She was constantly flopping around and waking up as she thought of what had gone on the day before. She hadn't expected her life to take such a dramatic turn, and she wasn't even sure how she felt about having broken two dry spells in one day; a sexual dry spell and her crime-committing spell that she had built up over the past few years of her life.

When she woke up she was surprised to find herself alone, but she didn't spend long sitting there alone. She quickly got up and did what she could to fix her clothing and hair so that she looked decent before walking out of the room and noticing him siting there. “Hey, Max. How are you feeling this morning?” The young woman asked after locking the door behind her.
 
How was he feeling? That wasn't something he could easily put into words at that moment. The truth of what had happened last night had settled in. Max had played it straight his whole life. Never stealing so much a as pen from someone. But here he was having just stolen 20k in cash from a strip club.

It wasn't the act itself that was bugging him. It was the complete absence of remorse he felt towards the whole thing. The excitement it had stirred up that had lead to the vigorous pounding he jad given the red head over the hood of the Comit.

He took a long pull from his cigarette, not bothering to look up at her when he replied, "That one is kind of a loaded question right now. "
 
With a sigh Sandy came over and leaned up against a pillar near where he was smoking. She stayed a few feet away from him to minimize the whiff that she would get each time that he spewed some of the tobacco-laced smoke out into the air.

“I suppose so, but we kind of need to talk about all of this. We need to figure out what we're doing with that money, and what the two of us are going to do now.” The attractive woman commented before giving a shrug. “We can't just sit around and mope all day. We've got to plan out what the next steps we take are going to be.”
 
"Money is everything in this state." he replied, taking another lengthy drag from the cigarette, "I mean, sure we ain't got enough to really do much of anything but its a start. We hit a few convince stores or something, earn some more, start figuring out how to take bigger scores. Hell I've always wanted to see Ventura, we could head out there and take a few casinos."
 
A surprised look was turned his way when he mentioned that they were just getting started. She hadn't been sure what else they were doing, but right now it looked like their criminal careers were just only beginning. “Oh, is that true then? Let's get going then. I hear that the casinos have pretty good security, but I'm sure that the two of us could handle it.” Sandy replied with a grin.
 
"Don't jump the gun there Cowgirl. We ain't running into this half cocked. I've watched a lot of heist movies in my life and if they've taught me anything it's that we're gonna need more people. Blue prints, security codes, and all that shit. We're gonna need money to do that. And that means, well. You know the rest." He gave a half hearted shrug and stood up stretching himself out and tossing his cigarette to the ground.

"But first things first I think we're gonna need new wheels, and new clothes. I ain't exactly dressed to blend in with the crowds. Maybe more guns. Bigger guns would also be nice."
 
A nod of agreement came when he reminded her that they had to work their way up a bit before they moved onto the really intense jobs. It definitely made sense. A shitty strip club to a casino was certainly a pretty big change in security and challenge. “Okay then, so we start small and start working our way up. I think we should take the money we have right now and use it as a... business investment. Buy some weapons and clothes. Maybe steal a car and take it to a place that will make it... harder to track down by its owner. Things like that. Then we should be ready for some more jobs.” Sandy suggested.
 
"We're in the middle of fuck butt nowhere. People in these parts don't understand things like paperwork when privately selling a car. We could probably buy a car, plates and all for a few thousand in cash and anything the cops get would trAce back to whoever we buy it from."

Max stretched and shouldered the gym bag, tugging at the straps to make sure it was secure along with the cash. "Right now I'm hungry. Lets find a diner or something to get something to eat."
 
That was something that she hadn't thought about. Sandy was a city girl and didn't really spend time in the rural areas, but it made sense. “I suppose that's better than pinching one. We just have to find a car around here that's for sale and isn't a shitty pile of rust.” Sandy replied.

His mention of food put a grin on her lips, and a moment later a small growl of hunger came from her stomach. “Great, let's do it. Do you know what's around here?” Sandy asked as she peered out over the desert.
 
Max dug into his jacket pocket for his phone, only to find the battery dead and grinned sheeplishly. "Well its probably for the best I don't use it," he said, shoving it back into his pocket, "I guess we should just pick a direction and start walking. Can probably hitch hike our way into the nearest town and start checking the papers for cars for sale over breakfast, or brunch or.....whatever meal its going to be time for once we get there."
 
“I suppose so.” She mused. She hadn't been in the criminal scene for a long time so she had forgotten what it was like to deal with post-crime periods like this. “Yeah, I guess so. Harmony's just down the road, so we could get something to eat there and then find a ride to one of the larger towns in the area.” Sandy suggested as she looked down at her clothing with an annoyed look. She hadn't dressed for this sort of thing, but it looked like she would have to deal with it.
 
Max adjusted his bag and headed off down the road. It didn't take too long for them to hitch a ride in a passing truck heading towards Harmony, the dinner was easy enough to spot and the found themselves a table, Max grabbing a copy of the local paper and began scanning over the classified adds for cars for sale. There where plenty, mostly pick up trucks but he cycled a few that looked good in red pen. Not nothing he was really excited about.

He dropped the paper on the cheap laminate table top and took a sip from his coffee, "Was really hoping to find something good out here, but it looks like we may get stuck with a pick up truck."
 
As a poor city resident Sandy was pretty used to eating cheap food, but the diner food was something different than what she normally ate. She couldn't help but be in a bit of a fowl mood. She had gone from at least a comfortable apartment and beater car to hitch-hiking off of some asshole and looking for a place to live. She knew things could get better, and she hoped that they would before she got too annoyed with the situation.

“A pick up? There's nothing else? A sedan would be best, but I'd even take a coupe or station wagon. I'm not really the pick up type gal, if you can't tell.” Sandy replied before shoving another forkful of eggs into her mouth.
 
Max picked up the paper and flipped a few pages, his brows perking as something caught his eye, "Someone in town is selling a Saber Turbo. 5k asking price. Says its in good shape. What'da you think?"
 
He got a wide grin from Sandy when he turned the paper to her and showed one possible ride for the two of them. “Now that's what I'm talking about. That's a pretty good price, and that should work better for what we need than a pick-up truck. I say we go for it. Normally I'd say we should take a car to a mechanic or what not before buying it, but right now that doesn't really seem like an option.” Sandy replied before quickly going back to work shoveling her food down. “Let's finish up here and then go call them up. Speaking of calling up we should probably also pick up some burner phones.” Sandy mused in between bites.
 
Max scribbled a few things in the margins of the paper, trying to figure out the things they where going to need along with approximate costs. "We still need to do something about guns. We can't just walk into an Ammunation and buy more. I guess we could always try stealing some. I mean we are in the middle of redneck central so that couldn't be too hard to find someplace to rob." He absent mindely wrapped his pen against the rim of his cup, "Guns, car, burner phones. Anything else we're missing?"
 
Sandy nodded slowly as she listened to him listing the items that they would need to pick up. The money from the club would make a good nest egg for their new enterprise, but they would have to be smart about this. “I'm sure that we can find something around here to pick up some weapons. There may be some people who aren't too careful with their guns.” The redhead agreed. “We should probably pick up a few changes of clothing. I'm not dressed for this kind of thing, so a few more practical outfits would be a good investment.” She suggested.
 
Max looked down at his uniform, the studio logo proudly displayed on the front of his shirt along with his name tag than looked towards her dress, "Yeah....a quick shopping trip might be the first thing on the list. A much as I love how that dress shows off your tits it's not the most practical thing in the world to wear when it comes to armed robbery." He smirked slightly as he said that, a briefing thought back to the night before floating through his mind.
 
Sandy let out a laugh as she looked down at her ample bosom for a moment. “I guess that we could use the girls for distraction, but other than that I think that they'll just get in the way.” She replied before quickly going to work finishing up her food. “Let's go pick up the car, and then we can go handle all of the shopping that we need to do. Did you look in the classifieds to see if anyone's selling guns? We could find a hint as to who has some guns that we could nab.” She suggested.
 
Max gave the paper another scan as he finished off the last of his coffee, "Nothing about guns, but I don't think its gonna be too hard to find a place we can steal them from. Find an unattended cop car and we could steal something out of there easy enough. Then we can get to work." he smirked slightly, "and once that's done we can always find ourselves another hotel to go have some fun in."
 
Once she had her meal done she set her fork down and pushed the plate a few inches away from here to make it clear that she wasn't going to scrape up and eat the egg yolk smeared around the plate. “That sounds like a good way to do it to me. The two of us should be able to handle that, and with what we get from the job we should be able to do more.” Sandy agreed before smirking. “And I see no reason why we couldn't spend another wild night together.” She added with a lewd grin.
 
Max got a feeling that one day he was going to have to classify what kind of relationship this was, but that could wait until there was more there to actually define beyond armed robbery and fucking each other senseless. Or maybe that's all it would ever amount to, which he in truth had very little problem with. He quickly slurped back the last of his coffee and dug into his jacket pocket for a wad of bills which he tossed down on the table. "Alrighty lets go find us a car."
 
Once the wad of bills was down Sandy nodded and stood up. She was happy to get their plan in motion. This looked like the path to quite the enjoyable future. “Where's the car that we're going to pick up? Is it nearby or should we call a taxi or something like that?” Sandy asked him as she walked towards the door. A few male customers stopped ot look at her, but at this point she was used to ignoring the gaze of those that she wasn't interested in.
 
Max fumbeled a map from his jacket pocket. The kind of detailed map of the town that was kept around for tourists so they could see all the amazing local sites. Which based on the map consisted of a pig farm and not much else.

"Uh....looks like...." he double checked the address in the add, "like a fifteen minuite walk from here."
 
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