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houston was the main person who convinced sokol and jacket not to beef with each other. he pointed out things they both liked and started conversations with both of them involved in order to hopefully end the rivalry they started. houston likes talking to jacket about cars and analog technology. sokol shrugs off most of the car stuff. most he knows is how to steal a catalytic converter, and hes more interested in other forms of machinery. jacket and houston attend car shows every once in a while at which houston has to hold jacket back from attacking some random blue haired dude with a bike. most joy sokol derives from the car shows are standing by random americans fancy vintage cars and acting like an eccentric salesman, saying blatantly incorrect facts about whatever vehicle hes standing. houston fact checks him every time, pointing out what the car actually is and getting defensive about it while jacket is doubled over on the asphalt trying not to laugh. houston and jacket also bond over video games, something sokol didnt understand fully until they dragged him along to an arcade. it just wasnt something sokol grew up with but he had a fun time playing air hockey. when jacket plays air hockey, hes less focused on blocking peoples shots as he is on hitting the plastic puck as hard as he can physically muster, leading to events where he is losing but its fine because he shot the puck across the room. houstons reaction time is just a bit too slow for air hockey, and sokols knowledge of how to hit REAL goals makes him good at shooting the puck at the perfect angle to score. jacket likes spending any money he has on the claw machine. nobody knows why. houston says theyre rigged and that the only time hes ever 'won' anything from it was when he lockpicked a machine to steal his quarters back. while sokol watches jacket meticulously line the claw up with a jigglypuff plush he points out the structural integrity of the claw. how it wraps around the object fine but lacks the grip strength and is constantly dangling like it isnt possible to just secure it better. houston tries to explain that the point of the machine isnt to be fair, in fact its the opposite. sokols favorite arcade games are ones where you literally just gamble. houston and jacket walk off to get food leaving sokol by the one fishing worm spinny wheel of tickets. they come back to discover sokol has broken one machine from the sheer force of him pushing the lever down and scooted over to one directly next to it, still gambling his money away with a somewhat decent pile of tickets at his feet. houston pickpockets random tiny trinkets from the arcade's prize corner. most of the stuff is the equivalent of 5 hours of playing time, so he forgoes those five hours and grabs junk just because he can. just because it tempts him. he cant NOT steal something thats so perfectly ripe for the taking, even if he has no use for it at all.
houston says hes gonna run to a place sokol had only heard of under peoples breath, a fabled location intrinsic to the american experience. "im gonna run to walmart and grab stuff for the cookout, do you wanna come?" walmart. sokol goes with and looks around at all the things being sold that he never saw in his home country of russia, but overall is shocked by how.. bland of a grocery store it is. jacket the entire time is yapping about how publix is better, to which houston tells to shut the fuck up. sokol feels odd actually buying things from somewhere, but its not like they dont have the money. they have no reason to steal from places like this. they can perfectly afford it with the money they stole from the banks. so he asks why houston pockets random assorted junk he doesnt need. stuff houston would never even use. like a tube of eyeliner in the makeup session that really shouldve been packaged instead of sitting out. what use would a man have for that anyway? and what about all of the overly sour candy by the registers houston certainly couldnt stand to eat? well, those are for jacket. he takes the plastic containers and dumps the entirety of their contents into his mouth without a second thought. sokol tries one pinch of it and feels pain. houston expresses his own disdain towards the wretched candy, but jacket wears no expression but maybe a grin at the other's confusion. come to think of it, jacket seems to be where a majority of the stolen junk goes. in file cabinets in his little nook of the basement. metal drawers sokol opens to grab a tape for him, pushing dumdum wrappers and chapstick aside to grab. every time he has to look for a while he sees all the things houston poured from his pockets into jackets hands then into the drawer never to be seen again. sokol asks houston why he steals when he doesnt have to. its a horribly ironic question coming from him, but its a genuine one. its not even anything that houston wants or could use. seriously, lipstick and eyeliner? thats goofy, frank. what use would houston have for it? he doesnt use any of the other stuff he steals either. chapstick tubes, bic lighters, those lollipops on entire racks at the register, tiny toys meant for children, "Why do you shoplift so much?" "i dont know."
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Car salesman when a Russian, a blond, and an autistic walk into the store
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also jacket does have a stomach of steel that man survived on nothing but alcohol pizza cheetos and cigarettes . i also think he likes things with such extreme flavors like sour, sweet, and spicy because it makes him feel something. he heats up foods way too fucking hot and inhales slurpees quickly on purpose to get a brain freeze and hurt his teeth. his dental hygiene isnt the best but yeah
the hotdog aisle would fucking kill sokol for sure. i think entering a 7/11 will jacket while he gets cigarettes would fucking kill sokol. theres like a dedicated corner of the driveway jacket smokes at and its just a pile of cigarettes you could play jenga with em aldstone has to sweep them weekly so much of the payday gangs budget goes to cigarettes
houston is an ibs warrior im also compelled to think hes lactose intolerant but loves cheese he loooooves cheese. cheesy scrambled eggs, grilled cheese, kraft mac and cheese. one day aldstone puts a few expensive cheeses in the fridge and houston fucking steals it all and it pisses hoxton off. he like takes a BITE out of a wheel of brie including the rind. jacket sees him do this and takes a bite out of a chunk of parmesan with the rind. hoxton watches like a white woman in a horror movie hes like this
sokol fucking loves cheesecake btw. and deviled eggs. dont let him near cheesecake or deviled eggs
sokol sitting on the island eating cheesecake with his bare hands
jacket coming in and beefing with him about eating all the cheesecake
they wrestle over the cheesecake
bain watching this with concern
houston standing there watching them do this and they didnt even notice
i dont wanna kill you anymore now im gonna remove your homophobia
Noticed at the end of the Payday Xmas Carol video when Wolf goes to shoot the swat guy, Houston looks at Hoxton, pats his arm, and motions towards Wolf... literally like "hey look at ur husband" XD
houston has a god given skill that is being incredibly proficient at making the simplest of foods
scrambled eggs, grilled cheese, mac and cheese, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cheese quesadilla, ham and cheese sandwiches, hot chocolate, kool aid, burger
everyone else thought there really wasnt much to it until he gave them one of the listed things he made and they tried it because they wanted to encourage him to cook more and now they consider it a delicacy that is unmatched by any attempts of their own to replicate it
for a week straight cheese quesadillas were all jacket was eating because he was in a depressed slump and refused to exit his room so houston had to deliver him food in order for him to not die
they started encouraging him to make sandwiches and keep them in a cooler in the getaway van so the gang had something to eat after a heist. twitch got caught stealing them while he was waiting to pick the gang up and now theres a designated twitch lunchbox containing something houston whipped up so he doesnt dip into the gangs sammich cooler
hoxton is especially bitter about houstons ability to cook because he has to come to terms with the fact that any fancy shit he tries to make will not compare to the simplicity of an american grilled cheese
dallas has been told to refrain from telling houston to apply his skill to anything other than the simple foods because in sydneys words “itll make him not want to cook in any capacity” and shes right but whenever dallas asks houston for a burger it will turn into a backyard barbecue where autism be damned this boy can work a grill
in the midst of winter sort of around brooklyn bank heist time the safehouse heating system got busted and while wolf was fixing it the gang had to find a way to keep warm. sokol, jacket, and sydney all knelt on the floor peeking over the counter watching this autistic man make hot chocolate, shivering their balls off in anticipation for the polar express levels of peak hot chocolate
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houston was the main person who convinced sokol and jacket not to beef with each other. he pointed out things they both liked and started conversations with both of them involved in order to hopefully end the rivalry they started. houston likes talking to jacket about cars and analog technology. sokol shrugs off most of the car stuff. most he knows is how to steal a catalytic converter, and hes more interested in other forms of machinery. jacket and houston attend car shows every once in a while at which houston has to hold jacket back from attacking some random blue haired dude with a bike. most joy sokol derives from the car shows are standing by random americans fancy vintage cars and acting like an eccentric salesman, saying blatantly incorrect facts about whatever vehicle hes standing. houston fact checks him every time, pointing out what the car actually is and getting defensive about it while jacket is doubled over on the asphalt trying not to laugh. houston and jacket also bond over video games, something sokol didnt understand fully until they dragged him along to an arcade. it just wasnt something sokol grew up with but he had a fun time playing air hockey. when jacket plays air hockey, hes less focused on blocking peoples shots as he is on hitting the plastic puck as hard as he can physically muster, leading to events where he is losing but its fine because he shot the puck across the room. houstons reaction time is just a bit too slow for air hockey, and sokols knowledge of how to hit REAL goals makes him good at shooting the puck at the perfect angle to score. jacket likes spending any money he has on the claw machine. nobody knows why. houston says theyre rigged and that the only time hes ever 'won' anything from it was when he lockpicked a machine to steal his quarters back. while sokol watches jacket meticulously line the claw up with a jigglypuff plush he points out the structural integrity of the claw. how it wraps around the object fine but lacks the grip strength and is constantly dangling like it isnt possible to just secure it better. houston tries to explain that the point of the machine isnt to be fair, in fact its the opposite. sokols favorite arcade games are ones where you literally just gamble. houston and jacket walk off to get food leaving sokol by the one fishing worm spinny wheel of tickets. they come back to discover sokol has broken one machine from the sheer force of him pushing the lever down and scooted over to one directly next to it, still gambling his money away with a somewhat decent pile of tickets at his feet. houston pickpockets random tiny trinkets from the arcade's prize corner. most of the stuff is the equivalent of 5 hours of playing time, so he forgoes those five hours and grabs junk just because he can. just because it tempts him. he cant NOT steal something thats so perfectly ripe for the taking, even if he has no use for it at all.
houston is a kleptomaniac.
you could argue everyone in the payday gang is but i feel like for houston it is serious. people in the safehouse ask where a trinket of theirs went and its always in the garage. dallas had to set up a lost and found in the living room for everyone to come grab things houston stole. nothing he needed or even wanted, nothing he even planned to keep. he just cant stop himself from reaching over and grabbing a tape from jackets collection, no intention to play it. it is irresistible to grab a hockey puck from the rink with no plan to play. a marker from sydney's corner, a controller from joy's van, a pen from clover's desk, a glass from the bar. its especially ironic considering how possessive he is of his own belongings.
luckily a lot of the time he doesnt steal anything personal. its not whether or not the item is personal that makes him want to steal it. just the fact that its there. its so easy. he could do it right now- look he just did it. wanna see him do it again? sometimes though it does go too far. he never knows the sentimental value of the item. he just sees it lying unattended and cant help but pocket it. he doesnt look through it, just sets it in the garage like everything else. someone yells about how they cant find it and houston deals with their wrath and cant give an answer for why he even did it in the first place.
everywhere dallas went in his younger years he had a little bandit on his tail. he had to smooth talk his way out of altercations with adults on his brothers behalf, explaining every time that he just doesnt know better. takes the hit for houston and says it was him that took it. houston kept getting into trouble over tiny little things.
it started off when he did want something. wanting a chocolate bar from the corner store and having nimble enough hands to take it. then he registers how easy it was. its become muscle memory to reach for something and take it. an impulse he cant control. it isnt like he wants the object itself. he tells himself "i shouldnt do this" but before his neurons process the command, hes already stolen something. even from places houston knows he shouldnt steal from. he sits out on group activities like the farmer's market, conventions, et cetera. just because he knows he'll wind up stealing something.
its not like him to regret taking things. it really depends on the thing and the location. at walmart he will pocket whatever is around the register. he faces away from the camera and uses his body to shield the view before grabbing something all within seconds. he does it like a routine. he dresses in loose hoodies and cargo pants to places not just for comfort, but for the deep pockets.
he felt bad for a long time during retirement for still stealing. but he cant help himself. it hurt not to do it. it oddly felt more like he would be caught if he didnt steal it, so his hands act before he can think and he is relieved. then guilty again. then feels anticipation, relief, guilt. anticipation, relief, guilt. anticipation, assault, control.
its the reason he wound up in prison. he was retired. he had all the money he needed and no reason to wish for more. he was comfortable and capable of being a normal civilian after everything finally came to an end. but then he saw a bank open up, or heard about a new museum exhibit. whatever he was doing.
he told himself he shouldnt do it. itd only get him into more trouble. he wasnt sure whether or not he wanted to return to the life he had growing up. he felt relief finally being out of it, then felt empty without it. was a thief all that he was? who was he if not a rogue? it hurts not to do it.
he told himself he shouldnt do it, but before his neurons could even process the command, he was already planning it out. meticulously mapping routes on his own on a corkboard, putting on his best suit and punching numbers into a keypad. hes thorough. hes nimble. hes stealthy. he never forgets anything, right?
the question of why remains. is it former substance abuse? gambling addiction? a lack of dopamine? the adrenaline rush? bad habit?
why cant he stop himself? are his hands physically working against him? deep down is he just a selfish thief? no matter how much guilt he feels for it, is it perhaps true that he is just a selfish, greedy thief?
he has no idea.
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