"Alrighty."

Darwin, a big man with tattoo sleeves on both jacked arms, gave a smile and pulled out a clip board. His coworkers sat on your now barren living room floor, sharing a drink and wiping sweat off their faces. Darwin extended a contract, and a palm for payment. He gave you a good five minutes, watched you sign your name and panickedly shift through your wallet. He didn't say a word, but irritation was starting to build. Like hell they just worked their ass off and weren't getting nothing.