Inside, out of love, what a laugh

 "Are you sure you got rid of her?" Tobey looked at Devon out of the corner of his eye. How could he really trust a white-trash boy like him?

"Yeah, she's out of here," he said they had the whole place to themselves. He promised Carrie was not a problem.

Tobey unloaded his arsenal on the bed. He said he'd taken care of the problem last night with the bartender. 

"He won't be bothering us anymore." Tobey shrugged. 

"Fuck, you gotta lot of weapons, bro," Naturally, Devon had to pick up the long rifle. It was after all the biggest beast there. Although, there was a lot more to it than just a shotgun. The sawed-off shotgun that Tobey customized himself was pretty damn powerful that was next to the long rifle. And those plastic ones from the Three D Printer were smart and always got the job done. Tobey couldn't help but have a smart smile. After all, he was a bit crafty.

Devon plopped the shotgun back on the bed. Tobey only sighed and told him he needed to be careful. How could he trust a dude so white? Tobey knew these were desperate times.

"So if we get the money, then we can get the goods?" Devon's smart mouth made it sound so easy. To Tobey, it was one iceberg after another. There was nothing easy about it. They would have to move swiftly and of course, carefully. As it was, he worked for Devon. They weren't real friends, even if Devon might think differently. They weren't of the same cut. 

"Let's go shooting," Devon was ever so happy-go-lucky. Tobey gave him a weak smile. Did the dude think he'd ever be a sharpshooter? Tobey only sighed. That shit had a lot to learn. Tobey picked up some pistols. He already had a membership at the shooting range.

Tobey handed him a pistol. They couldn't bring the whole she-bang. People might get suspicious of their operation. It was an operation. Although, Tobey doubted Devon knew this. He might not have been the smartest tool in the shed. Too bad, Devon hadn't thought about going back to the University. But it was too late. Tobey needed him and of course, this place. So there was a plan. It would make them rich.

Devon wouldn't know where to go. Tobey knew he'd be driving him to the range and hoping he could teach that fool a thing or two about aiming and gun safety. As it was, there was only one of them that was keeping them alive and it wasn't Devon.

"Dude, these are not toys," Tobey stared at him with a sigh as Devon aimed the gun at him. 

"Gotcha," Devon grinned with a nod and followed Tobey out to the car. All this time, Tobey planned on Devon being the getaway driver, but it wasn't looking good. If only Tobey could talk someone else into getting in on this little venture. He didn't know if the two of them could really pull this off. The question was, who would be stupid enough to join them?

Tobes hit the pavement in the old Thunderbird and took them straight to the Bullet Hole on a hot windy day. Sweat might have been trickling down his face from the warm ride, but Tobes was as cool as a cucumber. Of course, Devon had to act like a fool with the girl at the register who checked them in.

Chrissy looked at Tobes as if she knew it was hopeless. Tobes gave her more of a wink than a wince. If anybody knew how to handle a gun around here, it was Chrissy. 

Devon walked on down the distant dizzy hall. Chrissy leaned across the counter and whispered in his ear. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

He only smiled back. "I'm used to unhappy endings."