I didn’t feel like thinking of names so I just used characters from my story 
its ooc
anyway I haven’t written anything all week so I can’t tell if I like this but 
don't get caught
“Come on, man,” he begged, his voice a loud whisper. “You said you’d always be there for me! You promised, dude. You pinky promised.”
Sigh. I did pinky promise. But this isn’t some basic favor. Like in our freshman year of college, when he routinely called me in the middle of the night– from prison. So I guess, in a way, this was a lot like those times, the easy days. After two years of ghosting me, he was talking to me from prison. I don’t know what else I expected from good old Lincoln Seok.
“Evan, please? One last favor? I’ll owe you.”
“You already owe me.”
“I’ll… owe you more?”
I paused, weights my options. I could hang up and go about my life, or I could risk everything to get the idiot out of prison. I guess the latter did seem more fun. After all, I wasn’t really ready to move on from my rowdy days. He’s bailed me out more times than I can count so what’s the harm in one last favor? That’s rhetorical, by the way. Don’t answer me. I don’t want to know “the harm”.
“Fine,” I gave in. “Call Nadine next time.”
He laughed, “There won’t be a next time.”
I rolled my eyes, turning off my walkie-talkie. I never particularly liked my job as a security guard anyway. It was way too boring. Shutting down the cameras, I disabled the cell locks and stood up.
I yawned, stretching my arms above my head.
“You work fast,” my friend in an orange jumpsuit poked his head through the door, checking for any threats.
I shrugged, “You’re one to talk. Let’s go.”
He nodded and we began walking, fires starting all around us.
“You’re pretty good at this whole ‘friend’ thing.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“Worth a shot. You know, it’s just dumb luck I was the one to get arrested instead of you.”
“Hm,” I nodded, smiling, “You still owe me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Name your price, asshole.”