whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Too involved? What if it is a good, good fuck. You're denying yourself the right of getting that on tap all of the time.

[And that ain't bad. Call him bias, but he can't find a fault in that. Sometimes it gets better even. This only affirms that Mr. Pink is unsentimental, impersonal and likely will never get a steady lay. No wonder he's so fucking high strung.

As for green eyes, Larry puffs his cigarette a few drags before replying.]

I didn't name it. And no, it isn't a metaphor. Once inside it doesn't matter at all what it's called.

I'm sure you and your hand love each other.

[Speaking of hands, tit for tat to Pink. If Orange could read minds he'd be in full agreement on Pink being high strung because he can't get a steady lay. Because he can't he'll just nod in agreement over Larry's assessment of getting a piece of ass on tap all the time. It's fucking great.]

Okay okay it's better than Widow's Lair or whatever.

[Have a shrug here. That kind of sounds like a fetish club now that the kid thinks about it, not that he's ever been active in that scene. Ahem, he sips his beer.]

What, you interested in details, kid?

[Said with a slight monotone. His needs are his business, especially as they don't potentially botch up a job]

I'm just saying it's easier to not have someone dangling around your neck. If you see them and forget 'em, they're not likely to want details like names and serial numbers.

Careful, Orange. I think he'd actually tell you in vivid detail.

[The game of chicken rolls on and on. He'll need more beer.]

It's how you pick em, Pink. You can have as much attachment as you want if you're in control of the situation.

[White shrugs and taps ash off of his Chesterfield. No double meanings are intended at all. Really.]

Are both of you in for Thursday or what? I'd be happy to go myself.

[To Pink he rolls a casual:] Fuck off.

[Then the kid gives White a shuddering look. God he doesn't want any detail on anything like that ever. Back to the women and strip clubs though...]

Or have enough money to blow. [Freddy takes a cool drag.] I'll go, ain't no reason to let you get greedy with all the pussy.

[Orange is super cool about the way he talks.]

I'll go. Made a tidy profit the other day.

[Use your imaginations, boy. This man is a professional thief, okay?]

Yeah? Well, about time. Now you got play money. May as well enjoy it, right?

[Spend some at the titty bar and he'll see how it goes from there. Pink will cool it, acclimate and maybe leave them alone. Of course they're gonna stay in contacted. The digging isn't going to let up, he's got a feeling of that.]

Doin' what?

[Yeah, Orange dares to ask because Pink here has the balls to prod into his private life.]

[He finishes his beer. Like hell he's going to hurry for this kid's sake, but he looks so insufferably smug]

What do you think? People around here are bad at keeping track of their wallets full of play money.

[Larry signals for the bartender. Pink needs another one.]

You mean that's it?

[For all the big talk on professionalism, that's all that he does? That's kids stuff. Mr. White holds his tongue.]

That's small time.

[He retorts the same thing on Larry's mind before sipping.]

I mean even for you, you know?

Yeah? Well, small time got me enough money to pay for my fucking rent and food for the next month in an afternoon, motherfuckers.

[He finishes his drink]

I'd like to see you make that much in three hours doing what you do.

You must have hit some old ladies hard.

[White crushes his cigarette in the ash tray. For a moment he looks at the slim man, incredulous. But hitting the right kind of people, you never know.]

There are ways of getting a bigger pay off. I'm just surprised. You're a fucking professional.

You're so full of shit.

[He says this plainly to Pink. Unlike White, the kid doesn't hold this other guy in higher regard. Larry's a fucking veteran, Pink's a peer.]

Of course there are bigger ways. I'm not a fucking idiot. But it's not like I can lift and go somewhere else if a job goes to shit.

[You know. Like someone made the job go to shit back home.]

And you, Orange, are a fucking idiot. So it all evens out.

Thanksgiving's going to be just like home. Damn.

[With the bitching and carrying on, just add booze with a bit of tit and ass. He's going to stay out of it for now.]

So it's agreed. Everyone's gonna pay their own way. Should we shoot for the day time? The evening? I'm certain it'll be open.

[Out comes the middle finger just for Pink. Look Orange can do it with the same hand holding his cigarette before taking a pull too. Now that's skill.]

Evening, I probably have work to do.

[He looks between the two but mostly at White, Larry. Does the old guy want to spend the entire day at the titty bar? Now that Freddy minds, just curious.]

Yeah, whatever. Eight. No sense in getting to a skin place much earlier than that.

[Unless you want to look like a loser.]

Good then. I don't foresee it being crowded. Though hard to tell. I know there's a fat lot of Orientals. I don't think it's there day.

[Beer gone on his end? Alright. More Samuel Adams. No, he doesn't want to spend the whole day there. Though it wouldn't hurt to be open to options. Who turns down a titty bar? A faggot that's who.

Anyway though, a new beer in hand everything is rolling smoothly.]

I bet the Chinese New Year is a big deal here.

You know the money you tuck into a pair of panties is a girl's tip, right?

[He ain't trying to talk Pink out of it or anything, just being a jerk. As for Chinese New Year...he looks at White.]

That ain't til the end of January [In case anyone wanted to know, at least for 93. He won't say it's going to be the year of the cock--er...rooster.] You know they ain't all Chinese, right?

I consider a tip-worthy job. She's not a fucking waitress.

[Hey, you were ready to get your dollar back, asshole. He lights up his own cigarette, now that his beer is gone]

What the fuck is this, cultural sensitivity training?

Lemme get this straight, tipping a woman who dances is acceptable whereas a waitress it's not worth it.

[And who can forget the original spin. Larry can't. That was the talk they had all together before everything turned to a flaming ball of bullshit. Let's keep everything in perspective though, right? Look who is here. Look who is alive.]

I'm sure not all of em are Chinese. I dunno what Japanese celebrate or I dunno, other types. There are always plenty of Chinese though.

Walk into a yakuza bar and say that, lemme know if you get to walk out or gotta crawl out.

[He says this to Pink casually before turning to White again. Yeah it is a lot like the morning before everything went to hell, but if everything hadn't gone to hell well...Freddy tries not to think about that often.]

It's an excuse for fireworks and red packets. [He'll concede that.]

If it makes you feel better, I don't tip them unless I think they're really into it.

[He says this because he knows it won't make White feel better. He's a dick that way]

What the fuck do you know about yakuza bars?

What more do you want when clearly they put themselves out there? They're not gonna suck your dick for nothing.

[Seriously, look at him? The old man shakes his head and chugs more beer. Women and Asians. What the hell.]

Unless they start talking, I have a hard time telling one from the other. You can't be right every time. Hell, I think they believe all white folk are the same.

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