Basement

The basement of Mick's is an old bar, likely from before Mick even owned the place. When you first started working here, it was pretty creepy, but eventually you got over your distaste for the place. It's nice to have a place to slack off away from the prying eyes of the customers, and even Mick and Gemma basically never come down here.

You and Junior walk down into the basement together and you lean against the old water-damaged bar. "What's up, Junior? I've got a few tables to take care of, will this take long?"

"Probably," Junior said. You detect a strange note of smugness in his voice. That's usually not good. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He unlocks it and scrolls through some screens. You can't tell what he's doing, but it looks like he's looking through some photos.

Oh, shit, you realize.

Junior turns his phone around so you can see what's on the screen. He scrolls through a series of photos of you masturbating on the counters in the back, which is not only unprofessional but probably a health violation. You recognize the photos-- you took them yourself.

"How did you get those?" you hiss.

"THe guy you sent them to," he explained. "Ed. He's a buddy of mine. He thought I should know what you were doing in my dad's restaurant."

_Ed, that fuck. _What's wrong with guys? Why aren't they content with getting pussy? Why do they feel the need to spread the photos around?

You sigh and cross your arms. "How much do you want me to give you?" Clearly he wants to ransom the photos, or else he wouldn't have told you about it.

Junior smiles, and your heart drops.