Stretch was slumped over his post with that usual relaxed expression on his face, a cigarette hanging by the corner of his mouth while his phalanges lightly tapped against the wood.

One of his eyes was closed while the other observed you, a knowing grin on his face while you stood at the other side of his post.

“See somethin’ you like?” He knew you’d been watching him for a bit, his voice smooth as honey as he spoke.