You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. “Where the hell did you find this?!”

“I stole it from the raccoon haunting the local trash drums, _where the fuck do you think?!_ Obviously the boss’s office,” I sneer at him, drumming my fingers on the sticky surface of _Rick’s Diner’_s finest table as I lean back in the booth.

The hooded figure—_I really am starting to think this guy’s probably just Dan from accounting with a cheap spirit halloween cloak on_—digs into the bag, pulling out the carefully snagged pictured photo of our shared supervisor and his beloved toddler-aged daughter. “Good enough for you, big guy?” I arch a brow at him.

“I- Jesus, you stole a photo of him and his kid?” The figure shifts uncomfortably as he looks between it and me, anxious fingers picking at a syrup stain on the table.

“Uh, yeah?” He grimaced as I confirmed it, “What, didn’t you want something of personal value to him?”

“W-well yeah, I mean I need to bribe him somehow given I don’t want to get fired, but- his daughter? Seriously?” His leg bounces against the floor in the same fashion Dan’s always does at the office, pretty much confirming my earlier suspicions.

“Oh come on, it’s not like I actually took the kid,” I roll my eyes, you’d figure a guy willing to fork over a couple hundred dollars for this would’ve been less cowardly over actually getting what he asked for.

“Still!” He insists, gesturing at the picture now laying on the table between us, “This is a creepy thing to steal, man!”

_You’ve got to be kidding me._ I sigh, “Again, that’s the point isn’t it? To scare him?”

“Well.. yes..” Dan’s gaze flicks from the picture to the stain on the table now, still so damn nervous over what he paid me to do for him.

I decide things are done here, as I get up from the table, “I’ll be waiting for your payment, pal.” I ditch the diner as quickly as I can manage so I don’t have to hear another complaint about me doing what he asked of me. That picture’s his problem now.