I leave work, again. I got yelled at for half of the day, again. I was pissed and tasked with shopping for the lazy cow I call my wife, again. And so, it didn't take long for me to head to the pub.

Well, it shouldn't have.

But, I received a weird series of texts, which stopped me in my tracks.

'Yo.'

'Remember what we were talking about yesterday? Probably not knowing you.'

'Anyway. We're meeting up at Steph's, don't betray what you said and join us.'

I double took, then third and forth... 'What the heck is this about?'

Remembering how I 'agreed to pay off Phen's tab' last time I forgot about an agreement, I was a mixture of scared and sceptical.

Actually... scratch that. I was ninety-nine percent confused, and about point-five percent scared and point-five percent sceptical.

I've completely forgotten, or didn't ever know who 'Meg' was, yet this 'Meg' is the person who my phone said sent these texts.

Thinking back, I only remembered talking to the six faces I was drinking next to, and the bartender. Then I remembered: the guy's name probably started with a J; plus meg was probably a gal's name anyway, both the raven-hairs were my wife's friends; and so were else-where on my contacts, and the employee was my sister's friend, she wasn't a direct contact, but I think I remember that she was actually called Lucy.

I admit I'm a tad bit hazy on the first and last one. Regardless, I ended up dismissing them all in my head. The head-ache from writing five-hundred lines of code was the main thing limiting me this time.

Anyway, after delving on the subject for a while, I assumed the identity was between the green-haired girl or the cloaked figure. Though, this didn't really help with sorting out anything as I also didn't know who the hell 'Steph' was either.

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I texted them back with two questions, 'WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, WHO THE FUCK IS STEPH, AND WHERE THE FUCK DOES SHE LIVE? IF YOU KNOW I WON'T FUCKING REMEMBER, WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ANY OF THOSE THINGS YOU FUCKING MORON?!'

Seriously, count the question marks, only two questions were asked. I know, I could've been less rude, but, let's just say there's a reason I don't get drunk with people I know and keep it at that...

'Forgot caps lock, or are you actually yelling?' they asked back, wanting to lighten the conversation.

'BOTH, ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTIONS NOW!' I answered.

'Fine...' They texted, then gave me the address and both names. Apparently, I was wrong; 'Steph' was the cloaked person and 'Meg' was the blonde.

Oh well, this is why I need beer anyhow, hence I asked, 'Beer there?'

The reply of 'Plenty' made me want to go regardless... but first.

-

After actually going shopping this time, I walked back home and saw my wife doing one of her sessions.

She smiled, waving as saying, "Hey honey. Long time no see, not passed out and carried here at least..."

I shrugged, replying, "Crunch is just the worst... Give it a month and I can do something less intense. Anyway, sorry to interrupt, just delivering and heading out again."

"Its just mary's weekly, so don't worry about it. It's nice to see you sober. That won't last, will it?"

"Yeah, a bunch of colleagues asked me out. I think they just pity me at this point..." I lied as well as I could, yet a hint in her eye told me she saw through it. She still pretended to believe it and headed back to her 'office' with fresh towels in hand.

-

I dumped the stuff in the gym and left, driving out to the location 'meg' specified.

After twisting roads, a maze of unlabeled no-through streets and many, many shitty, borderline-offroad roads, I somehow made it in one piece to a bland, normal-sized two-story house, with four cars already smooshed into its front lawn, which only really had one 'parking space'. Poor lawn.

I parked on the street where no yellow-lines were, got out and walked to the house.

The petite raven-haired girl was standing outside, smoke trailing off her cigarette into the darkening sky above the house.

Noticing it was me, she waved and, perfectly slaloming through the poorly parked cars in her way, and reached the door before me.

Even though she left the door open for me, I still knocked before entering, following the girl into a room to the corner, which five of the seven were standing, and some weird blonde who genuinely looked 16 due to her stature, make-up and fiddling mannerisms, was taking the sixth place.

"There you are," the busty raven-haired girl said, waving to me like her sister (I think) did.

I entered the crowd, and noticed a table between them with multiple pens, a dictaphone and a piece of paper with words so long they couldn't be English, right?

"Ignore the legalese and sign it," a weird high-pitched voice said. It took a while to realize it was from the new, smaller blonde. "Geez, there's a reason I wear a cloak you know..."

I take a deep breath, space myself from the others by standing in the door way, and say, "Okay. So, you know that I DON'T REMEMBER FUCK ALL ABOUT YESTERDAY, and probably how many profanities and capital letters were in my text to Meg, AND YOU'RE STILL GIVING ME THIS CRAP WITHOUT ANY FUCKING EXPLANATION?"

"I wrote this affidavit in one day, and you think I have the patience or time to give a shit. Just think about how wrong you are, and when you truly realize how-so this is, I'll give you a beer as a prize."

"Really, you don't remember how we were planning to do a heist for fun?"