Cash Money

At the Bank

You are short on money. The only way you can get the amount of money you desire is by robbing a bank. That's the only logical thing to do, anyway.
You took a cab down to the local Bank of America to rob it of all its riches. You could see it now: the gold, the rare gems, the paper money. All of that would be more than enough to satiate your hunger for cash money.
You kicked in the spotless glass double doors that separated you from the money and screamed, "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY PUT YOURE HANDS IN THE AIR IM ROBBING THIS PLACE GIVE ME ALL YOUR CASH!" You waved your katana in the air in an attempt to intimidate everyone inside of the bank.
You heard a deep voice say, "Oh~ would you like to make this withdrawl from your checkings or savings account~?" Wait...this voice sounded awfully familiar...coukd it be..?!
Looking up, you noticed that the bank was empty!
Well, not entirely. There was one window open, and in it, one bank teller. Hisoka was the bank teller.
"Hisoka why are you the bank teller at this Bank of America?" you inquired, lowering your katana to your side. "I thought you were in the Phantom Troop?"
He shrugged, twirling a pen between his fingers nonchalantly. "Times are tough and the troupe just doesn't pay me enough~. So I work here on weekends." You wondered why he said that, since the bank was closed on Sunday's, but whatever.
"W-Whatever! Just give me all your money!" you exclaimed once more, showing that you were serious and you wouldn't back down.
The jester seemed to scribble something on a small scrap of paper before setting the stationary back on the granite counter and returning his attention to you. "Hmm~," he mused, as though he were thoroughly pondering your demand. "I cannot give you this money, because it is not mine. So, my answer is no~."
You were beyond insulted. How could he just treat you like some harmless child?! You weren't harmless at all, you were threatening!
Yeah, that's right! you thought to yourself. I have my wits, my brute strength, and a super cool katana from Amazon! That's gotta be scary! Really really scary!
You were so focused on your little self pep talk that you subconsciously started making some pretty weird facial expressions. Hisoka noticed this, and chimed, "That look doesn't really suit a bank robber, you know. It's too cute~."
Deciding to ignore his statement, you made use of that extra self-confidence and boomed, "I wasn't asking you to give me your money, I was telling you to give it to me. So hand it over now or else I'll give you a taste of my blade." You pointed your blade directly at him to show him your resolve and its strength. There's no way I'm going down without a fight!
Hisoka narrowed his eyes, amber irises attacking your E/C ones in a battle of mental strength. Letting out a quite exhale, but not necessarily a sigh, he spoke, "Hypothetically speaking, if I did allow you access to the money hidden in this bank, how would you transport it through the streets to...wherever you're going without raising suspicion?"
You cocked your head to the side. "Huh?"
He sighed this time. "How would you sneak the money out of the bank? Where would you put it?"
You looked down at your hands, realizing you'd only brought your katana and sack lunch with you to the bank. Argh, you thought to yourself. I knew I was forgetting something!
You heard a light chuckle coming from the jester, and you turned to scowl at him. "M-My pockets!" you said defiantly, hoping to put an end to his teasing at once.
He nodded. "Ohhh, I see~," he replied, his tone encased in sarcasm.
He still isn't taking me seriously! you thought, mentally chastising yourself for not bringing a small sack in which to stuff the cash money and gold and gems. You hated this. You wanted to throw your hands in the hair and have a tantrum, but you were too old for that. All you could do was sit down on one of the nearby couches, cross your arms in front of you, and pout.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hisoka shrug. "Don't feel bad~. You're the third person to try to rob the bank unprepared~."
But you still felt like crap. You angrily opened up your sack lunch and started to eating a large green apple and a Nutella sandwich. You were just as hungry as you were broke.
"Try again tomorrow~?" he asked musically.
You wrapped your fist around the brown paper bag that was your sack lunch. Angrily storming out of the Bank of America, you aggressively replied, "Yeah."
Hisoka picked up the pen and began playing with it again as you left. Right before the door closed, you heard him say, "Mhmm, looking forward to it~."
What was that supposed to mean?

a/n: decided to write this while coming up with ideas for the groceries story. anyway whatdyou think comnent yoirthoughts below thanks