random convo chloe&violet

"Dude, Clo, I feel like we dunno nothing about each other."  

"What do you wanna know?"  She passed me the vape pen and I paused to listen for Izaak's snoring before I accepted.  

"What's your fam like?... Oof, I can see that's a sensitive subject...."

"You didn't learn about my father in your research?"  I definitely needed more THC if we were going to have this conversation.  I was kind of at Violet's mercy now that she knew my secret.  

"Maybe.  But I wanna know the real story.  Go ahead, have another hit if you need it.  Sergeant Douche is fast asleep, he won't catch you."  I could feel her evil grin as I took an extra long puff, which sent me into a coughing fit that should've waken my spanker, but didn't.

When I could finally breathe again, and Violet stopped laughing at my inability to handle my weed, I said, "He's a con, there's not much to know.  The typical kind, like you'd see on tv.  Physically appealing, but his main weapon is charm."

"He taught you well."

I was too high to glare at her.  "When I was little, right after my mom left, he took me with him.  He used me.  It was genius.  People never suspected a single father to rip them off, and definitely didn't expect the 7 year old to sometimes outsmart them."

"Like what'd you do?"

A giggle rolled out of my lips at the memory of pulling cons with my father.  It'd been years since I allowed any positive thoughts of him to enter my mind, but drugs had made my brain lazy, unwilling to fight the childish happiness.  "We frequented art museums — I know, super nerdy stuff.  But you'd be surprised at how expensive some of it goes for.  Keep in mind, I was little, so it's hazy and idealized... but I remember him staying up with my 'uncle' for a couple of nights before we went to the museum.  They sat me down the night before and explained the 'game' to me... I had to be a great actress and steal something from the gift shop, but the catch was that I couldn't be too good at it.  I remember being mind blown at that instruction... it's possible to be too good at something?! Anyway, they needed me to get caught, then start crying and refusing to talk until he came to get me."

"That's it???  The fuck were they doin'?"

"Stealing an expensive art piece I guess, they never told me.  My 'uncle' was dressed up like one of the museum staff, and my father magically appeared at some point, pretending to scold me for wandering off and stealing.  For a second I'd thought it was real, but then he winked at me.  And then charmed the security officer into letting us go without problems."  Another laugh erupted and I covered my mouth so I wouldn't accidentally wake Izaak.

"Yo.... Molly would have a field day with this shit.  That's fuckin' nuts.  Did you ever get caught for real?"

"Only by my grandma."

"She musta been pissed!"

"Nah, my father was always the favorite, she was just worried child services would somehow get involved, because he could get sloppy.  Like... he eventually did get caught, and we had a few close calls."

"So there was like... no rules, no punishments?  Sounds epic."

"Yeah... you'd think, right?"