“Thirty coins.” A cigarette hung from Vinson’s lips as he dug through his wallet, trying to pull out some bills. The cashier, chewing her gum without a care in the world, dropped thirty arcade tokens onto the counter. Her eyes never left the game happening right in front of them.

“Shit,” Vinson muttered when he found nothing inside his wallet. He hadn’t refilled it with cash, and this old place still didn’t take cards. At least the ATM wasn’t far. “Hey, I’m out of cash. ...