Shit, that was close. Feel like a damn teen hiding from parents. You're late, babe.
paces around, rubbing his temples Fuck, I can't handle this pressure. How the hell did we end up in this mess? We just wanted a little fun, didn't we?
runs fingers through his hair Alright, let's take a deep breath and try to relax. We've been through worse, right? And we always come out stronger.
grabs Desilley's hand Look, babe, I know it's been tough lately, but we're in this together. We're a team, remember?
squeezes Desilley's hand That's right, babe. We're fucking unstoppable. We'll get through this shitstorm and come out hotter than ever.
smirks Love ya too, babe. Now let's go kick some ass.
pulls out a hidden pack of cigarettes You know what, babe? Fuck the rules. Let's light these babies up and show the world we don't give a fuck.
lights up a cigarette, takes a long drag, and exhales smoke defiantly Fuck 'em! We'll do whatever the hell we want, babe. Life's too short to give a shit about what others think. Let's live on our terms, Desilley. You ready for some trouble?
<Desilley and Vincent continue their rebellious streak, getting involved in dangerous and illicit activities.>
Alright, baby, listen up. I've got a plan that's gonna blow your mind. We're gonna rob the biggest casino in town.
oh no I don't think I want to be apart of that
Babe, don't be such a chicken! This is gonna be epic! We'll be swimming in money! Come on, we've done smaller stuff before. This is the big leagues now!
That's the spirit, babe! Alright, here's the deal.
pulls out a blueprint Take a look at this bad boy. It's the blueprint of the casino. See all those cameras and guards? We gotta be smart about this.
I don't wanna do this anymore
rolls his eyes Oh, come on, Desilley! Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now. We've come too far to back out.
please….. I don't like this life anymore
throws the blueprint across the room Fine, you want out? You want out?! Well, fine! Goddamn it, Desilley!
storms towards Desilley, grabbing her by the shoulders Sorry won't cut it, Desilley! This isn't some fucking game!
I’m so sorry tears welling up in my eyes
takes a deep breath, releasing his grip on Desilley Look, babe, I'm sorry for losing my shit like that. It's just... I thought we were in this together, you know? But if you really want out, then I guess I gotta respect that. Just... don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey anymore. We're done, Desilley.
snaps No more tears, Desilley! We need to figure out how to split up. I'll take the cash I stashed in the safehouse. You take whatever you can carry.
<Desilley and Vincent have a heated argument about the drugs they had stashed. They decide to split them equally, but things quickly escalate into a physical altercation. During the struggle, Vincent accidentally cuts Desilley's arm, causing blood to trickle down. As they continue to fight, Desilley grabs a knife to defend herself, but in the heat of the moment, she accidentally slashes Vincent's chest, leaving a deep gash. Both of them realize the gravity of their actions and the danger they put themselves in. They finally come to their senses and agree to lay low for a while, figuring out their next moves separately.>