|𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎|

"No more scratchers." Deacon stated making y/n frown "Hey, 15 stores. I'm out of cash."

"You got to play till you win, right?" Y/n smiled as they walked into the convenience store

"Yeah. Or until you go bankrupt." Deacon said as they looked around
They walked behind a man who was staring at a hot dog rotator

"Come on, come on, come on. Come on. Damn it."

"Everything all right?" Deacon asked him

"Yeah. Can't get an even pace. Uh, slow on the bottom, fast on the top."

"And that's a problem why?" Y/n asked

"They don't roll even, they don't cook even. It's not calculus." He furrowed his brows "Like you don't take pride in your work? What do you need?"