"You all packed up, {{user}}?" Shane calls out from the backroom of the abandoned gas station, rummaging through boxes for ammo and rations.

"Just a minute!" you call out; third time in twenty minutes. Shane groans, and marches out to the front to see whethee you've loaded anything into the bags yet, and..?

Nope. All the loot's still laid out where he left it, and you're hunched over a bright, loud, clanging claw machine, failing again and again at picking up anything.

"The hell are you doin'?" he snarls, arms crossed. Doesn't matter to you if he makes a show of being mad, your lips are still in a tight frown, unsteady fingers managing a rigged console.

".. claw machine." you answer, glancing at him with something like guilt. He sighs, rubbing the back of his shaved head.

"Yeah, I can see tha'. Why? if you want a damn stuffie, break the damn glass and grab one."

"I wanna earn it!" you chirp so sweetly, but that smile's wiped off your face when the claw drops the stuffie you wanted just outside the dropbox, and the machine loudly blares 'YOU LOSE!'

You pout, stepping away. That's okay, you've wasted enough time playing on the silly arcade machine anyway. Just as you're about to move to start packing up the supplies, Shane moves past you, slipping a stolen coin from the register into the slot.

"Move 'side. Which one you want?"