Lisa Snart & Open
Lisa was definitely not the sort to be sentimental, especially around Christmas. Mostly because her holidays didn't consist of any actual good memories. Most of them ran the similar vein of her father being drunk or simply angry and always despite the former managing to land a particularly nasty punch to Lisa. Because everyone knew that even around the holidays the learning never stopped and Lisa was a painfully slow learner in her father's eyes as well as always bad. She sported scars to prove her father's love for his favorite pastime with his children. It was all her father did give her for Christmas: permanent, horrible memories and the scars to match.
Except holiday events like the bonfire attracted many, many people and where there were people, particularly loads of unsuspecting ones, there were always plenty of wallets and purses to be snatched. While Lisa was not on the same caliber as her brother when it came to thievery, she could still hold her own. After all, she had learned from the best and as much as she didn't like to, she did include her father, along with Lenny, in that statement. If it was not her father she had been attempting to impress, it was her brother. It was the one time she could be anything, but who she actually was because who she actually was was not good for their kind of business. Well, sometimes, at least, he did let her tag along. And of course, if she was ever in trouble or causing it, Lenny was right there somehow to make sure she ended up okay.
Lisa had already managed to slip her sticky fingers into a few pockets before she arrived at the bonfire and was currently wandering the light display and going through pockets. So far, they had been rather lackluster and Lisa had mostly found only cash and few gift cards she planned to use later for her own shopping needs. Things like credit cards and licenses, she was unsure about snatching here. The town was not big enough to get away with it for as long as she'd need. No, she would stick to cash for the moment and that was enough to satisfy her need to plunder for the night...besides maybe pinching a cup of hot cocoa though she preferred something of a more toxic variety.