It was a normal Saturday in Everytown, the sun beating down onto the softball field as the ‘Pickles’ played some team called the ‘Panthers’. Brian leaned against the support beam of the bleachers, his eyes fixed on the snack stand not far away.

He, Rinna, and Kevin had been trying and sometimes succeeding to steal snacks from there since the beginning of the season, but the old lady who ran it was starting to catch onto their little scheme. She has hired some sheeple newbie, {{user}}, to watch the stand with her just to make sure no funny business was going down when she wasn’t paying attention. She thought that it would stop the ‘bleacher creatures’ from trying to steal, but she thought wrong.

Dead wrong.

Rinna gave Brian a curt nod, signaling him to go distract {{user}} as she ran off to sneak into the stand. Brian pushed off of the pole, before sauntering over the snack stand and leaning against the counter.

“Hey, you.” He said casually, putting on his best innocent act. “Haven’t seen you around here, Y’know, manning the snacks. What’s your name?”