Show me the money.

“Wait a second. Before we continue talking about this, I think I need to see the money,” you say considering your options. The smile on Petey’s face disappears.

“Oh ya got me. I don’ got any money,” Petey admits. A wave of shock sweeps over you. If you hadn’t asked to see the money first he would’ve taken advantage of you for free.

“Pfft, well then I’m going to go with a no to your proposition,” you turn to continue walking down the dark alley. You feel Petey grab your wrist again.

You turn to see Petey on his knees. “Please doll, nobody ev’r even looks at poor drunk Petey.” You can hear the desperation in his voice. “Perhaps ya could just give me some hand action?”

The sad look in his eyes make you pause. Should you give Petey a pity handjob? Should you turn him down and continue making your way through the alley to the bar?