The Money Store

Part 1

"Fuck!" Maggie shouted, putting the knuckle of her thumb in between her lips.

"What, you've never handled a gun before?" Michael said mockingly, making fun of how she had pinched her thumb while checking the chamber of the pistol she was holding.

"Of course I have, dickhead," she replied, "Just not this one."

"As if they're all the different," Michael said, dismissing her words as he drove the packed car down the street.

"Whoa!" Chad said, picking up an enormous, threatening looking rifle. "Is this one for me?"

"Why the fuck would it be for you, Chad?" Lynda said, yanking it out of his hand. "Trust me, even though it looks badass it's just a .22. It'll perform like shit in the middle of action."

"Just like this guy, huh?" Chad said, laughing and pointing at David, who sat uncomfortably in the back seat between Chad and Lynda. David sighed. There was no way any of this would go well. Not with these dipshits running the operation. He sat, anxiously awaiting their arrival at the place they had been planning to rob.

"Where'd you get all this stuff anyways, Lynda?" David asked, although he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"My dad's a real big conservative," she answered, "All against gun control and shit. Thankfully all I had to do was look on the desk for his safe combination."

"That's really responsible," Maggie said sarcastically, "Won't he notice his stuff is gone?"

"I doubt it. He's gone this weekend. Besides, I doubt he'd notice. He just keeps this shit around so he can brag about how much of a badass he is. He barely ever uses it."

"Sounds like a really great parent," Maggie said.

"He's probably just compensating-," Chad put in.

"Shut up, Chad," Lynda said before he could even finish.

"Hey who's down to vote this bitch out of the party?" Chad said, putting his arm up, exposing his disgusting armpit to David's face. Nobody else followed his example.

"Vote to throw Chad out of the car right now," Lynda said, putting her arm up. Both Michael and Maggie followed suite.

"Fuck you guys," Chad said, "Why'd I even agree to this?"

"I don't know," Lynda said, "What even are you doing here?"

"He's just the freeloader," Michael said.

"Whatever," Chad said, crossing his arms.

"He's right, you know," Maggie said, "I mean, I'm the technology person. Lynda brought the weapons, and Michael is the brains behind all this. David's gonna be the getaway guy, leaving you as the shithead who's just here to be an extra shithead."

"Here we are," Michael said, pulling next to the parking meter outside of the large building. "You all know what you're doing, right?" Everybody nodded and opened their respective doors. David climbed out, switching to the driver seat.

"Here we are," Chad said, slipping the rifle Lynda had told him not to take under his coat. "The money store."