“Let’s steal it.”
He took another drag from the pipe. “You for real, man?”
“Course. Whaddaya think? I ain’t got no goals? No plans?” He emptied the beer can in his mouth, burped.
“Well … How ya gonna do it?”
He cut his eyes back and forth and whispered, “My brother’s got him a new used van and this big honking chain.”
“Really? A new van? I thought he lost his job.”
“I figure drive that van into the lobby and drag that thing out with the chain. Then we’re smiling and styling.”
(100 words) Picture linked via Archon’s Den.