{ w h o } Lola and Bailey. { w h a t } Caught in the act. { w h e n } Thursday afternoon. { w h e r e } Sideshow backstage. { r a t i n g } PG.
Larger crowds meant more people, and more people meant more pockets to pick. While this was a good week for Bailey's act, it was an even better week for Bailey's extracurricular activities.
There were several basic ways to rob a mark, most of which Bailey had already mastered by the time he'd reached his pre-teen years. The trick, it seemed, to most of them was never looking like someone who'd steal from you. The 'wide-eyed innocent' look was key. If you could pretend to be a hapless idiot, even better.
Which was exactly what he was doing right now as he accidentally-on-purpose bumped into a particularly wealthy-looking man, pocketed his wallet, then gave him a timid, apologetic look, playing up the the fact that he didn't talk to good effect until the man wrote him off as a fool and walked off in annoyance. Bailey then slipped backstage to examine his takings; the wallet seemed fat and heavy in his jacket pocket, and he fully expected it to be the best of his haul this week.
Once back there, he found a secluded seat somewhere and lit a cigarette as he took out the wallet and opened it up. Hell yes! A whole fold stuffed with bills. His family would be eating well tonight.