“Good morning! Wake the fuck up Sleeping Beauty!” shouted a young woman's voice. Sean lifted his head up and blinked. He stretched an arm out to angle his alarm clock so he could check the time. 7:30 AM. He sighed.
“For the love of everything holy in this world,” he said calmly. “COULD YOU PLEASE FUCKING STOP WAKING ME UP THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING!” he said, not-so-calmly. He slowly got out of his bed, nearly tripping over junk on the floor. Gotta clean the room at some point, he thought. Gonna break my neck one of these days. He shuffled over to his closet door and looked in the mirror. Normally he'd ignore the iguana staring back at him, but for some reason he couldn't not look at the person in the mirror.
It's been three months, he thought. Shit, I don't even recognize myself anymore. His light-green scales, normally shiny and colorful, have turned to a duller green. His face, long ago clean-shaven and young-looking, was now wrinkled and rugged. I've aged 10 years in three months, he thought. He was caught off-guard by the young woman's voice.
“Hey shithead, you up yet? We got biz to take care of!” He shook his head. “Calm your tits, I'll be down in a moment!” he shouted. He looked back into the mirror, sighed, and then walked out of his room.
Sean shuffled into the kitchen, scratching his back as he took in his surroundings. Still the same old kitchen he'd seen for the past 3 months. Never thought I'd miss seeing my mom's kitchen, he thought. I even miss the ugly wallpaper. The walls were a dull gray, with visible cracks and peeled paint here and there. This kitchen had some basic cooking appliances, but Sean hated using them. He'd always worry that they'd catch fire or blow up or something. In fact, he'd been surprised that it hadn't killed him yet. In the center of the room was a cheap round table and three chairs. Two of those chairs were occupied.
“There you are!” Said the cat in the right chair. She was sipping coffee from a pink mug, clearly meant for children. “Honestly I was looking forward to thumping you to get you up but the less work I have to do the better.” She gave Sean a smile. Sean wasn't convinced of its sincerity.
“Elena, please,” said the wolf in the left chair. “There's no need to treat Sean that way, he's done a lot for us.” His eyes never left the newspaper he was reading.
“Lee, you don't need to defend me. I can stand up for myself.” Said Sean, shuffling over to the coffee maker. Lee didn't respond. He either wasn't listening or just didn't care. Sean could never tell. “Now what was this 'biz' you were yelling about?” Said Sean, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Elena slurped her coffee as loudly as she could.
“Mmmm… I sure do love this brand of coffee” She said in a child's voice, ignoring Sean. Sean repeated his question, sounding a little more annoyed. “I said, what was this 'biz' you were yelling about?” Elena continued to ignore him.
“Lee, why don't you pour yourself a cup of this? It's very tasty.” She said, caressing his forearm. Lee continued reading.
“You ask me this every morning and I give you the same answer: I don't like coffee. And Sean asked you a question.” He said, without shifting his eyes away from his newspaper. Elena pulled her hand away and pouted.
“You're no fun.” She said.
“That's what my family tells me.” Said Lee. Sean sat down on the sole empty chair in the room.
“Elena if you don't tell me what 'biz' we've got to take care of I'm going to make you wear this coffee.” Elena leaned over and looked at him in the eyes. She motioned for him to lean closer. Sean mumbled something to himself and obliged. Elena leaned close and whispered “It's a surprise” and then licked the side of his face. Sean immediately pulled away and wiped the side of his face as if it was splashed with acid. Elena leaned back and laughed to herself.
“Damn it, Elena what the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled, using his shirt to wipe where she licked him.
“Oh, I'd say just about everything.” She laughed some more.
“Since Elena is too busy being herself to tell you, what this 'biz' is, as she so eloquently put it, is a new client.” Said Lee. For the first time since Sean entered the room, Lee looked up from his newspaper, directing his attention towards Sean. Elena folded her arms across her chest and pouted again.
“Aww, Lee, why'd you have to ruin my fun?” She said. “Because the sooner he knows, the sooner we can prepare the job and get the money. You do want the money, right Elena?” He said, looking at Elena. “Well duh, why wouldn't I?”
“Hold on, we have a new client?” Said Sean. Lee nodded. “He asked for us specifically.” Sean raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? Damn. Guess we've finally made a name for ourselves then.”
“You might say we're 'popufur'.” Said Elena. Both Lee and Sean ignored her.
“So what's this guy's name?” Asked Sean, taking a sip from his coffee. Lee folded his newspaper.
“He calls himself 'Bain'. He heard about us from our previous client, Gus, and figured we'd be perfect for the job.” Said Lee.
“And exactly what does he want us to do?”
“Well, to put it simply he wants us to--”
“Rob a mall!” Interjected Elena, cackling to herself. Sean closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment. Elena opened her mouth to speak but Lee glared at her and put a finger to his slips. Quiet. The three of them were silent for a minute. Sean opened his eyes.
“How did he contact us?” He said.
“Left a message on our phone.”
“What are the details?”
“He said to expect a package within the next four hours. This happened two hours ago so we still have time before the package arrives.” Sean finished his coffee.
“And we're to begin the moment it arrives, I'm assuming.” Lee nodded.
“Well then,” Said Sean, standing up from his chair. “Let's get ready.”