A Favor for a Favor (Postal Dude x Reader)

Waiting for the Band

The marching band is playing in the streets today. While it isn't something you're absolutely desperate to see, nothing much else goes on in Paradise, so fuck it. Stepping out of your house, you can already hear the music far in the distance. On your way down the road you see a redheaded stranger holding a clipboard.
"Would you please sign my petition" he says while pointing to the person he's talking to.
"No way you freakin' pinko" says the man displaying a middle finger meant for the petition wielding man.
Expecting nothing from it, you carry on about your day and pick a spot to stand by and wait for the band as you can hear it around the corner. However, while waiting around and having nothing else to be entertained by, you overhear the stranger with a petition.
"Sign this petition or I'll follow you home and kill your dog!" he says, resulting in an unexpectedly loud laugh from you while the man he was threatening runs off screaming.
The ginger in a trenchcoat looks at you, the source of the laugh. He approaches you next about signing his petition. Normally you'd either blow him off, but after seeing what he can say, you want to know what else he can do to make your day.
"Will I get a free prize if I sign it?" you smugly ask.
"Yeah you won't be identified by your dental records, that's your fucking prize. Now are you gonna sign it or not?" he responds instantly.
His voice being more noticeable in the long sentence. He ought to be a radio show host or some shit with a voice like that. It isn't even just his voice that's hot either, he doesn't look all that bad either, but that's probably your personal taste in scruff, older men.
"I'll sign it if I can do something else for you, to you" you flirtingly ask, your impulsiveness taking control.
The dude almost displays a stunned expression, but it's quickly put away for his usual plain expression. He only spits out the words "you gotta be fucking kidding" before you ask him to follow you home.
"And I don't have a dog, so there's no need to kill one" you smile at him before leading him up the road towards your house.

The marching band barely turning to the street you were just at.