Crime Husbands Doing Crime

[torridness]

The nice thing about living in a city with some incredibly wealthy idiots is that when they go on vacation, it opens up a vacation spot for Mick and Len in their empty mansion. The moment they'd gotten in, they'd explored the place. Mick's clothes are lying on the floor of the master bath, because he's found a silky floral robe that probably costs more than the last car he stole.

It's once he's traipsing around in the robe that he sees the fully stocked bar. "Bingo."

He'll just busy himself skimming labels as the glass gently clinks together. "Even if there's no food, we got drinks!"

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[aintmyfirstprisonbreak]

"Found the way to the cellar if you're feeling fancy."

Leonard appears having found his own attire; dark navy pajamas and a maroon robe complete with matching slippers, of course. He couldn't just leave the ensemble incomplete.

"What do we have? Any fantastic vintages?"

[torridness]

Mick opens the top off of what looks like a really fancy bottle of whiskey and brings it to his lips to take a swig. He doesn't know anything about fancy shit, but he knows what good booze tastes like. The burn's different. Not worth paying for, if you ask him, but certainly worth drinking at someone else's expense.

"Tastes like one, anyway."

With a shrug, he offers the bottle to Leonard who he's pretty sure is wearing enough clothing for three people, but whatever makes him happy. Mick's enjoying the freedom of just the robe, himself.

[aintmyfirstprisonbreak]

Leonard takes the bottle and looks it over before having a swig, licking his lips afterward. The expensive stuff was smoother, left a more pleasant burn behind. He could get used to it.

Looking around the room, he leans against the bar, taking in all the gaudy decor that the owners definitely spent far too much on.

"It'll be fun finding the safe later."

[torridness]

The warmth from the whiskey spreads through Mick slowly and his eyes light up at the thought of a safe. If this is the stuff they leave out, imagine what these assholes lock away.

"Pretty sure it's behind all the clothes in the lady's closet. It was bigger on the outside than what I could see on the inside. Fake panel or something."

Mick may not be fancy or particularly smart, but he can spot a hiding place a mile away and these are the kind of people who have things in their house that are easy to steal and hard to really trace. In other words, they get a vacation and a jackpot on the side.

"Still can't believe some people live like this their whole lives."

[aintmyfirstprisonbreak]

"Makes me want you to burn the place down when we're done, but I couldn't bring myself to destroy the crown molding." Too well done. A masterpiece. He was poor as hell his entire life, but he could enjoy the finer things at times like these.

"I'll crack it later, see what secrets they're hiding. People like this tend to keep at least a few thou in their safes." And documents, jewelry, other valuables. All good things to enjoy or sell when the moment suited.

"You wearing her panties too?" Smirks lightly, slowly sipping again at the bottle before handing it back over.

[torridness]

"Too small." He growls. Len can joke all he wants, but Mick's not afraid of soft clothes. The robe itself is all silky and cool on his skin. It feels nice when he's so used to worn shirts and layers over layers. Breezy.

"Worth checking locked desk drawers, too." If nothing else, Mick enjoys the voyeuristic side of seeing what people lock away. Sometimes it's even worth something, but even if it isn't, Mick's pretty sure rich people have the weirdest shit.