Omar
"This is a really stupid plan."
"This is YOUR plan, Omar."
"That's how I know it's stupid."
"Shh, just play it cool. Confidence will get you anywhere," Dean says, smoothly, as we drive in the gate of the Walls' property.
"This had better work," I mutter, as we pull up on the round about drive and hop out of the Amazon delivery truck. Dean's probably third ever delivery and it's not even legitimate.
I knock on the door.
"Amazons here," definitely the at the most second time he's done this, "We have packages for ya'."
"Oh um---okay," a maid opens the door, "You don't----."
"They're big, we'll bring them in," I say, going to start getting the boxes.
"Yep, don't you worry," Dean says, smoothly. He looks uncomfortable in his actual Amazon delivery polo. I'm also wearing one which is too tight because it's one of his. The maid is just kind of looking disinterested as we make multiple trips with rather large boxes. Dean is unnaturally strong for somebody who moves as little as possible and consumes as much alcohol as possible in a day.
"Um---that's a lot of boxes—,"
"Yeah, I know yet this address—,"
"They're addressed to a 'Dara' I don't know if that's one of the family," the girl says, nervously.
"Well then you'll have to contact Amazon in the morning see? It's to this address, might not want to open if it's not for you," I say, cheerfully, guiding Dean back to the truck because he was just walking towards the mini bar in the front lounge.
"There that went well," Dean says, as soon as we're back in the vehicle.
"Don't say that yet," I mutter, taking a drink of the soda only to find it's now champagne, "Seriously?"
"Sorry. Can't actually control it. Okay now what?"
"Now we wait for midnight."
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