They stood respectfully until he finished the game and moved in closer. Howard supposed they wanted to play the game after him, but he had already demonstrated his intention to play another game by placing the requisite number of quarters on the console in plain sight. If they wanted to play the game, they would have to wait until he was finished. As Howard’s score tallied on the display, the eldest boy whistled quietly and said, “Not bad! For a little creep, you play pretty good! Gimme!”
Howard pointed to the quarters to indicate he had already reserved the next game for himself. The leader of the boys laughed and said, “That’s what I mean, gimme!”
“W..What?”, exclaimed Howard in surprise.
“I said gimme your money, you fuckhead!”, demanded the seventeen-year-old punk, reaching for the money on the console, “I’ll start with this!”
“Hey!”, yelled Howard, “That’s mine!”
