Stuck With the Miscreants

There's Nothing Wrong, With the Ol' Switcheroo

"Vinnie, tell me why we're doing this again?" Stone sighed, hunched and glaring down at the girl herself.

"Because, it's what we agreed on," She'd groaned, gripping her fingers, not exactly sure why she was doing this herself. She'd dug through a small shoebox, rummaging through the various items until she found the diamonds in the rough, a few stashed police badges she stole from Tre.

"Right, but don't you think this sort of a bad idea?" Stone slurred out his words, only to turn back to the bottle again.

"Stone, c'mon put a lil faith into my plan!" Vinnie would lightly tap Stone, overconfidently.

"I'm obviously the brains, Skipp's the brawn, and your logic and reason," she'd giggle to herself before Stone finished the sentence for her.

"That you don't listen too?" Stone questioned, lifting a single brow.

"Yeah, exactly like that!" She'd exclaim contentedly, nodding to herself.

You stared at them, for so long you could be accused of stalking by now, blinking unethically. Even though you've been staring at them for at least a few minutes now, you didn't hear about the whole plan spiel. You decided to turn away from them for a moment to think about your own shit for just a moment. When was the last time you ate, or what day even was it? How long have you been here for?

"Y/N?" A voice cooed at you, bringing you out of your transmission of thoughts, you turned your way to it.

"Well, how do I look?" You slowly brought your eyes from the ground to take in their whole form, nonother it was Vinnie. She was dressed in one of those tacky police uniforms you saw Tre wearing before, a hand placed boldly on her hip and one leg stretched outwardly, posing as she smirked at you.

You flushed, a little weirded out if you do say so yourself, the only thing you could let out was an "Uh-" as you mentally scratched your head, searching for the right thing to say to her.

Lo' and behold, it was one of Vinnie's jokes, she laughed at you straight after. Stone chiming in with his small chuckles as well. You watched as she slowly walked away, struggling to place the matching midway hat on her head.

"You need help there, brains?" Stone proposed to Vinnie, sarcastically.

"Yes," Vinnie mumbled out through a clenched jaw, turning her back to Stone and crossing her arms.

"Alright," Stone shrugged, strolling over to Vinnie in a calm manner before taking the hat and placing it gently on her head before shoving it down and having it cover half of her face.

"STONE!" She'd shriek, wrestling the hat off her head to try and scuffle with Stone. You watched as he backed up, being a little too tall for Vinnie to slug in the face, she decided stepping on his broad feet would be enough.

Vinnie dusted off her uniform, before pulling out two magically behind her back, waving the uniforms in her palms before chucking them in each of your directions.

"Put them on, ya schmucks," she'd say, jokingly.

You threw the blue uniform over your existing clothes, you realized it was a bit weird that you put the police uniform on without any complaints. Even for you, weirdo.

Glancing over to Stone, he had the uniform draped over his moth-eaten trench coat as well, the tail of it hanging out the back of the garb. Skipp then bounced into the scene, jumping on Stone to hug him, in a police outfit of his own.

"You look great, bestest-buddy!" You could see Stone, trying to struggle out of Skipp's gruesome bear-hug. You swore you could hear bones cracking.

"I see why your brawn now-" Stone's voice was barely over a whisper, before making a rapid gasp for air as Skipp slowly released him.

You fiddled around with your silly little police badge Vinnie gave you, Tre's name curtly engraved into the back of the badge. Peeking through the corner of your eye, you caught Vinnie checking herself out, trying out various poses but wasn't that satisfied.

"So, uh, what are we doing again?" You asked, still not filled in on what this top-secret bullshit of a plan was.

"Weren't you listening?" Vinnie queried you, a bit annoyed.

"As far as I know we're dressing up as police officers for Hallow's eve," You'd shrug, scratching the back of your head.

She'd sigh before readjusting back to her sly, admiration of stealing just about anything.

"We're gonna swindle people out of their money," she spoke, overconfident and straightforward.

"As police officers?" You questioned her sarcastically.

"Yeah, foolproof I know!" She proclaimed, grinning.

If there were a sentence to describe Vinnie it wouldn't be a sentence it would be a whole paragraph. A paragraph constructed of badly placed insults and words you don't even know the meaning of. Oh Vinnie, you cockalorum.

It's already been an hour since Vinnie has stopped multiple people whilst you, Stone and Skipp stole their valuable belongings right from under their noses. You were surprised yourself that this hasn't combusted into some spontaneous mayhem. Seeing that Vinnie has a very recognizable face, especially here. Sadly for you, someone spoke too soon.

You could see Tre power walking this way, Maroon in tow. Absolutely oblivious to Vinnie's whole scheme. It's a great thing that Tre has good eyes, you could basically see the moment when he processed the whole scene going on in front of him.

"Vinnie, what is going on?" He started before he came up with a better question to throw her way.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He'd raised his voice and demanded to know, reaching out to grip Vinnie by the shoulder.

She'd look down at her outfit before responding, "Y'know last week I was in a costume shop, and I saw these outfits, four dollars total."

"And these hats, two dollars total, which makes a grand total of six dollars!" She'd smirk at him knowingly.

He'd roll his eyes, scoffing "Well, imitation is a sincere form of flattery so I thank you,"

Vinnie subtly lifted the midway hat off her head, showing a hairstyle that sort of matched Tre's, in some sort of, smug mockery way. She made sure to also slightly adjust the police badge that had Tre's name engraved on it with a black marker.

He absolutely exploded, red-faced, you wouldn't be surprised if smoke started coming out of his ears, like some sort of knock-off cartoon character.

"IDENTITY THEFT ISN'T A JOKE VINNIE, MILLIONS OF FAMILIES SUFFER EVERY YEAR!" He'd shouted, wavering his hands at her and clenching his teeth.

She just blinked at him before turning away and calling out, "Maroon!"

He scoffed, gripping his fists "Oh that's so funny, MAROON!" he basically speed-walked after her as curious civilians watched from a distance.

Vinnie was just too busy fucking around with Tre, you had to hand it to her, it was pretty funny. So funny that not even you noticed the angry mob of people closing in, wondering where all their shit went. And oh boy, it's gonna be one hell of a ride.