Who: Billy and West and EVENTUALLY A FINE FIGURE OF A LOKI.
What: Thieving Carnies get busted! Yay!
Where: Inside the Keeler residence.
When: IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! Uh, around half ten to eleven? When people should be THICK INTO THE CARNIVAL and not COMING HOME TO INTERRUPT :|
Warnings: Thieving, eventually violence, but it shouldn't be anything graphic. We're pussies :c
Billy rested his ear to the door, his eyes closed as he carefully, carefully twisted the pick in the lock. The first few times he'd panicked, not quite trusted West to keep a good look out, or been afraid that someone would come home or someone would see them. His work had been sloppy back then. Not so now.
By now, they'd been doing this for so long that their routine was like clockwork, and once the door was open they had nothing to worry about. The moment they were inside they could start ransacking the place, find the valuables, and be out and moving on to the next house before anyone was any the wiser.
The lock opened with a yielding click, and Billy stepped back, easing his pick out from the lock and gently pushing the door open. This done, he made a grandiose gesture of invitation, allowing his partner to go in before him. Just in case anything went wrong.