But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

"Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day."

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[signatures]

[ The both of you are cynical fucks, too. ]

Never know, old boy, epiphanies come at the oddest of moments. But it is always best to have an active hand at your own relationship.

[whitetwoguns]

[Soulmates, right? Puff, puff, puffing away.]

We're plenty active.

[And that hasn't been enough. How much talking though? Larry looks at the slick varnish of the bar counter top. That much is true. They have talks, big ones when it's absolutely necessary.]

I appreciate the drink, pal.

[And prodding even though he is not in the best spirits.]

[signatures]

Sure.

[ He's making dud chips out of your casino, White, least he can do is buy you a drink after losing a few hundred to the tables regardless. ]

Perhaps we can get another round again some time without it being prompted by my blatant curiosity.

[whitetwoguns]

Sure.

[Another sip. He's not rushing anywhere yet.]

I knew you were a nosy son of a bitch.

[Arthur's here too right? Somewhere. Eames gets a drift of where the old man stands. There's an age gap there. Maybe not maturity. Arthur seems like one fucking old soul.]

[signatures]

I'm an absolute mongrel for everyone else's business, I'll admit.

[ Eames can sympathise with White for many different reasons, after all - just due to separate things. And yeah, he knows Arthur is working tonight; waiting for the point to finish up with his business so they can get into their own, like Eames wanting to get Underground. ]

I'm also a terrible liar.