More Than Just A Bare-Bones Friendship

(My friend works as a manager at a craft store, while I just quit my fast food job. We talk a lot over a website’s IM service and use it to share images.)

Me: “Morning.”

Friend: “Hi. ‘Sup?”

Me: “Just getting ready for school.”

Me: “You?”

(My friend then sends a photo of two black, plastic skeletons on the floor, needing to be hung up.)

Me: “Don’t worry, I have an alibi for you if the police come asking about those missing customers.”