But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

What's it to you?

[No really, why? And how come he asks while Larry's gone?]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Maybe I'm just curious.

[Because putting the pressure while they're separate may get the truth out.]

[orangetoughguy]

Getting your nose where I put my dick's a little too curious for me, Pink.

[He gives him a look, something like his mouth going to one side dubiously.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[There's a beat here]

I don't think you put your dick anywhere.

[orangetoughguy]

[Well, Freddy, you're just warmed up enough to actually be hurt by that but not enough to lose your cool. Right? He sucks his cigarette down to the filter.]

Why are you bein' such an asshole?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[And another pause. He's just drunk enough that it takes off some of the sharper edges]

Sorry. Forget it.

[whitetwoguns]

[Mr. White returns. His blazer is undone, but he looks moderately put together. Look, Ma, no sway. Though he is grinning a little too much for not much going on. His hair is slightly damp, habitually slicked back enough.]

Forget what?

[Sitting right back where he was, looking from Pink to Orange.]

[orangetoughguy]

[There's a little peering into his bottle before he sips.]

Okay.

[He's got the caramel-green sad dog face down to a damn art. Never fuck with the youngest in a batch of siblings, Pink. And when White returns that kid slips right back into his role easily.]

Pink was just tellin' me how he can't pokerface his way out of a paper bag.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink waves his cigarette around]

But I can clean out a whole fucking room without even trying.

[whitetwoguns]

[He laughs, a smile stretched from ear to ear as he looks at Freddy, this could be because of what he's just said. Right? Right? Brown eyes then shift to Pink. He wags a finger at the man.]

That's because you're one slick motherfucker where it counts.

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy just shrugs once, easy going and casual. Nope nothing to see here at all.]