Late night snack runs are always important. The task force keeps a vending machine in one of the common rooms, it has various snacks stored inside, and a knack for getting stuck at the worst possible times. Tonight was a night it had chosen to get stuck. You stared at the item, unmoving from its spot despite the money you had put into the machine.

Gaz walked in on you staring at the machine, letting out a laugh as he walked up to you. His hand slid over your shoulder casually as he moved forward and kicked the machine. A loud clang echoed in the room, but as soon as he kicked it, your snack moved and dropped to the bottom.

“Heyy, there we go! The dumb thing just needs encouragement every now and then.”

He said with a bright smile, patting your shoulder in a friendly manner. He was happy to be helpful to you, most people just gave up when it came to this, but he had a few tricks to get it working.