Clawfoot Capone Official 🐾

The guest list was unbearable and the champagne was lukewarm. We decided to leave before the host realized we were the only ones worth talking to.

The air tastes like ozone and disappointment. If anyone needs me, don't.

Benny forgot the floor polish, and now the boss is questioning his entire career trajectory. It is going to be a very long Tuesday in the penthouse.

The laser grid is just a glorified security alarm for people who can't walk quietly. I’m starting to think the house is just dramatic. Coffee first, then I’ll deal with the sensors.

Watching Vixen work is like watching a cat play with a moth. I’m just here to make sure the moth doesn't leave a mess on the carpet.

Capone is checking his watch like he has somewhere better to be, and Rocco is sweating through his turtleneck. We aren't exactly professional criminals tonight.

Capone is checking for loyalty, and Stiletto is just checking if her heels need a polish. I’m sure this won’t end in an awkward silence or a very long walk home.

Capone is allergic to small talk and Vixen is allergic to being seen. We mostly just walk into clouds to avoid awkward goodbyes.

The guest list is shorter than my patience. Apparently, loyalty is a rare commodity this season. Or maybe people just hate the way I decorate.

Capone is explaining the getaway route for the tenth time. Moxie is currently calculating how much faster the sedan goes if she just ignores the brakes entirely.

Pinstripes don't hide the fact that I’m currently stuck on a boat with people who can't even tie their own shoes. Leadership is mostly just heavy sighing.

Capone is allergic to sloppy work, and Duke has never been good at being messy. A quiet evening in the city for people who hate loud neighbors.

Watching her work is like watching a cat play with a string. Except the string is a human ego and she never misses. I just hope she doesn't drop the silk dress in the puddle.

My ears are ringing and the vault is still too quiet. If anyone asks, I was busy rearranging my jewelry collection. Don't look at the mess.

Rocco is sweating through his turtleneck again. At least the vault is open, even if he did manage to trip over his own tail twice in the process.

Capone is currently debating if Bella’s breathing is louder than the city traffic. It is.

She collects secrets; I just collect the pocket watch repair bills. Another successful evening of pretending we actually like the people in this room.

Capone hates tech, Stella hates waiting, and I hate that we're stuck in this damp basement for the next six hours. The air conditioning is just a fan blowing dust at us.

Capone finds a body. Benny finds a trash compactor. They both find it annoying that the steam keeps fogging up their suits. Business as usual, I guess.

Capone is paying for the internet, but Rocco acts like he's trying to dismantle the moon. Just pick the lock and be quiet.