'Give Me My Car Back You Little Freak'
Al Capone stood in the empty restaurant parking lot, and couldn't believe his luck. Earlier that night, he and French Toast had been feeling amicable enough to try their hand at a night on the town. Recently, they'd taken a break from the constant bickering that usually defined their relationship, and had been almost getting along, for a time. Now though, he was getting ready to wring the little fella's neck.
They'd been out to dinner. Simple as that. Nothing drama inducing, it could have been a nice night. They'd even decided to split the bill this time, instead of arguing over it like they normally would. But sometime during the night, he must have said SOMETHING wrong, because Napoleon got angry and said some stuff that ticked HIM off and the whole thing culminated in the Frog storming out the front door and leaving Capone in his current predicament.
The little shit had taken his car. Napoleon had driven off in the gangster's huge SUV and left him stranded in the parking lot. The man was always going on about how much he hated the thing, and now the punk has the audacity to steal it? HIS car?! Like hell he was letting Nippy get away with this one.
He stood in the dark, trying to think his way out of this predicament, when he came up with a plan. He'd have to call one of his men for help. Whipping out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts, but stopped on a different name then he had originally intended. He stared at the number at the screen, and in a fit of vindictiveness, decided on an alternate solution. Tapping the icon entitled 'French Toast', he selected text message.
After glaring at the phone for a few minutes, he typed a single sentence.
"Give me my car back, you little freak."
He smirked and settled back against the outer wall of the restaurant, waiting for the man's reply.