When sisters Beth and Annie and their best friends Ruby and Cassandra become fed up with playing by the rules and not getting the respect they deserve, they band together to take control of their lives-by holding up a local grocery store.
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How to be happy: Don't expect a Goddamn thing From anyone
"Welcome to Dandy Donuts. What can I get for you on this dandy day?" Cassandra asked, talking into her headset. "Do they really make you say that?" A familiar voice said over the line, Cassandra instantly recognised it as Beth's voice. "You have no idea." Cass responded, glancing at Seth, the assistant manager. "What's wrong?" She asked, once the stuck up teen had turn his back. "You sound upset." "The FBI agent turned up again today." Beth started to explain when a car behind her honked. The strawberry blonde quickly ordered a coffee before driving up to Cassandra's window. "Here you go." She said, handing the housewife her drink. "Have yourself a dandy day." Beth laughed.
"He showed me a picture of Rio and I freaked out." Beth explained as she and Cassandra say at one of the outside seats as the younger woman claims her lunch break. "When he said he was gonna show Dean the photo, I freaked and told him I didn't know and that maybe it was one of the guys you bring home." Beth rushed through the words without taking a break. The last few words were said slowly as Beth studied Cassandra's face to see how to girl would react. "When have I ever brought a guy home?" She joked, looking at the ginger housewife as the gears in her head began to turn as she thought over what to do. "He wants to speak to you today." Beth breathed out. Cassandra sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
Cassandra parked her car in the empty parking lot, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited for the violent gang leader with a eagle tattoo or one of his just as violent associates. She nearly jumped when he saw him, she hadn't even noticed him open the car door. It was probably a useful trait to have in his line of work—that his footsteps made no sound. "So what do I say?" Cassandra asked as grabbed the duffle bag from the armchair, counting the profit. "To whom?" He asked, talking in that comfortable, confident voice he took to easily, Cass wasn't sure if he was acting or not. "The FBI." She muttered. "What do I tell them?" "They ain't got nothing." He said as he continued to count the money. "They've got a picture of you." She warned, looking at his face carefully. "That ain't special. I'm on Facebook, too." Rio glanced at her. He divided a stack of the money, placing it on the armchair. "Your cut." He stated, opening the car door to get out. "Wait." Cass said. He glanced back at her before closing the door again and turning to he faced her completely and Cass found herself intoxicated by his intense brown eyes. "Listen." He said. "In my line of work, If you don't have the FBI on your back, you ain't making noise." "They're gonna want to know what someone like me—" Cassandra pointed at herself and then at Rio "—is doing with someone like you." He gave her a look that made her heart skip a beat, and Cass felt like a teenager all over again, crushing on someone way out of her league. "What are you doing with someone like me?" His eyes trailed up and down her body. "Well, we can't tell them that, can we?" She laughed to herself quietly. He met her eyes but she didn't elaborate, smiling up at his handsome face. "Right, right." He said, clearing his throat. "All right, so tell them I was hitting it." Cass froze her brain shutting down for a moment. "What?" She asked dumbly as a million thoughts flooded her head. Rio smirked down at her. "Oh, sorry, sweetheart." He said in a teasing tone. "Tell them we're making love." "I how do I even say that?" She scoffed. Rio laughed. "You'll think of something." He said, opening the car door. "Make me sound good though, yeah?"
Cassandra entered the hospital, a pink donut box from work in hand. "All the stuff you think you're keeping from them?" Ruby muttered. "You're not." "Don't go there." Beth warned. "I mean, I'm not going to say that I'm a bad mother—" Annie sighed. "Oh, she's going there." "I could have paid more attention." Ruby cried. "You do the best you can." Beth protested. "Those better be doughnuts." Ruby sniffled as Cass handed her the box. "Do not come at me with some wack-ass cheese Danish." When she lifted the led her tears fell freely, looking at the stacks of cash. "Those aren't doughnuts." "It's everything, it's our whole cut." Cassandra explained. "We knew you'd need it for the hospital bill." Annie said, hugging the crying woman. "We don't want you to even think about it, okay?" Beth said.
Cassandra entered the FBI agent's office. "Miss Parker, can I get you anything? Coffee?" The agent asked as she sat down. "Oh, uh, you drink coffee at this hour?" She asked. "I don't sleep much anyway. You?" The agent chuckled. "It was a one-night-stand." Cassandra blurted out the first thing that came to her head, wanting the whole situation behind her. "A one-night-stand?" The agent asked looking at the picture Rio before turning it back over for Cassandra to see. "I'm not proud of it, and it's over now." She stated, lying through her teeth. "But that's why he was at the house." "Just out of curiosity, where'd you meet him?" The agent asked. "I'm just wondering where a nice young lady like you meets an inner-city gangbanger. Work?" He questioned. "Or is it like, a speed dating thing? What's that website, It's Just Lunch?" He chuckled. "At a bar." Cassandra said simply. "What was he wearing?" "Jeans." "What about you?" "A dress." "Where'd you meet him?" "At a restaurant." "You just said bar." "A bar-restaurant. They had food." "What was the name?" "Lucky's." "Bet they'd remember a pair like you." The agent stated. "Who drove?" Cassandra thought it over, pretending to be trying to remember. "You or him, who drove?" The agent asked again. "Um, we both did." Cassandra stated. "What kind of car does he drive?" "Black BMW." Cass vaguely remembered the car parked outside Beth's each time the gang member appears. "It might be a Cadillac." Cassandra lost track of time as she answered the agent's questions and told him her story. "I was lonely, and angry, and normally, sleeping with a complete stranger would repulse me but it didn't that day." She knew she should have been mortified by the words coming out of her mouth. Should have been embarrassed by her body's reaction to the fantasy she was narrating to Agent Turner. "I finished work and I went straight to the bar. We drank a little and I invited him back to Beth's." She stated, her knees weak. "We drank a little more, and then I realized that what I was doing was insane, and I told him to go and he kissed me." She had pictured that fantasy over a dozen times and bringing words to it only made it even more potent for her. "I kissed him back and we screwed right there on the couch." She wasn't going to mention to the agent how badly she wanted to kiss Roio when they were in her car earlier. "It only happened once and I've never seen that man again and I don't plan to." She finished. "Thank you for coming in." Agent Turner said standing up. "Have a good night, Miss Parker." As Cassandra was halfway down the corridor the FBI agent stuck his head through the door, grabbing her attention. "Miss Parker? I wish I could say that I'm sorry..." He trailed off. "Just be careful who you bring into your home." Cassandra laughed lightly, trying to hide how lying to a federal agent had made her sweat. "I'm tougher than I look."
