Curly glared back at the smart bitch and winked as she was taken by Shemp. He was going to slap that broad around with his cock if it was the last thing he did, but he’d wait for it. He walked to Moe and rolled his shoulders, before he grabbed a bag “I’ve only heard about these fucking things, man!  What a sweet damn haul” He helped Moe fit them in, and arranged them uncharacteristically neat. It seemed the adrenaline junky had a thing for order, and he was as much aroused by the money itself as the way it was stacked just so…like someone knew he was coming, and wanted to put on a show.<br/><br/>“Money, Bitches, Guns…we’re missing something. We’re going to need food! Then we’ve got a goddamn party!” he said with a laugh, moving over to stack the cash in one of the heavy duffels, so he gave Moe time with the precious bearer bonds while he made due with the big green. Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact that it would ruin their precious form, he’d entertain fucking on at least half the money…toss that shit on a bed like roses. That’s how to fucking do it!<br/>