<em>Shit shit shit shit shit.</em>If only she already had the butterfly knife. The feel of the cool metal in her palm would give her confidence, even if she ended up not using it.<br/><br/>Ivy was faced with a choice. She could play the hero, and make a possible ally in the ape, or she could let things happen. Monkey boy was cooperating, so chances were the robber would leave once he got what he wanted. But, he had Jill, and he might take her with him to ensure his getaway.<br/><br/><em>Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.</em>This is what having friends did. It obligated you. Plus, if they got hurt you felt all bad and down. This is why Ivy had been a loner. She closed her eyes a moment and grit her teeth, her temples flexing from the force. With frustration she finally snapped her eyes open.<br/><br/>Knowing she couldn’t just stay put and let Jill possibly get hurt; Ivy carefully shimmied out from under the door. She did her best to be as silent as she could. If she could get behind the counter, she might be able to get a weapon.<br/>