But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

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?

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

I've been up and down California my entire life.

[Yes, Freddy thinks that makes him an authority on Asians, at least compared to these two guys and don't kid yourself, Pink. Freddy can tell when people aren't originally from the area, whether it's because they like the Brewers or because they just don't talk like Californians. Time for a second cigarette and a second beer.]

Unless you got some kind of Highlander or Viking in you within the last hundred years we kind of are the same. Fucking Americans.

[Ain't it great?]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I bet White does.

[Turn the teasing on White a little]

[whitetwoguns]

Bullets fly faster than axes, you know.

[Easy and cool, because it ain't no thing. If he really wanted to knock you on your ass, Pink. He would.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Really Pink? Really? He just looks from Larry to Pink and waits, anticipating some smart ass reply from the weasel for it.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You know from experience?

[whitetwoguns]

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know. Lighter, faster. I could give you a demonstration. Wait a little bit. I'm almost done.

[Larry holds his glass and gives it a shake to get a visual of how close he is to finishing the beer off. Gonna try him, Pink?]

[orangetoughguy]

I gotta put my money on Mr. White.

[Siiiiiip. He puffs on his cigarette too.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah? Wag your tail faster, Yeller.

[okay, maybe that was a little low. He turns to White.]

All right, all right. I got you.

[whitetwoguns]

[Sorry, Freddy. He's not going to comment on that. Defending it immediately would betray that he knew about their prior conversation about the kid's dog like qualities.

But this is not escaping his notice at all. Just another bit of evidence that Pink is not letting up. Fuck.]

Just as well. I left my ax at home.

[orangetoughguy]

[Okay he's a little taken aback that Pink would say it in public. Just a little. It's all right though because Freddy's already told Larry about this conversation. No surprises. Don't act too surprised though. Smoke blows that-a-way oh so coolly.]

Just tellin' you the odds like I see'em.

[What do they call a guy who bluffs his way through faggot chicken when he's really sucking cock anyway?]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink didn't expect much more than that, really. Or at least he hoped, because this shit here is at the very least entertaining. He shrugs, which pretty much suggests that he agrees with Orange.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Hard to tell what he expects at all. And let us say, hypothetically, that something could be revealed. What then? Would it be a gambling chip?]

That reminds me, there was this one day where people were chopping off heads with swords.

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy looks at Larry then nods, almost solemnly. He totally remembers that day.]

I think you missed out.

[The look Orange gives Pink is faux compassion.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Chopping off heads?

[What the fuck. No, seriously, what the fuck. That's what's written all over the weasel's ferrety face]

What the fuck is wrong with this hellhole?

[whitetwoguns]

[White laughs with the victory of knowing there are a few was to rattle Pink's cage. Fittingly so.]

Uh huh.

[They got a picture of one somewheres don't they?]

Who the fuck knows. It's cursed, damned. Depends on who you ask. I don't think anyone here knows.

[orangetoughguy]

[Wait wait, Freddy's got this. He leans forward against their table, counter, wherever they are.]

Well you see they got these people called Immortals and for whatever reason they really hate the fuck out of each other. So what they do is they pick up swords and go straight to choppin' heads left and fuckin' right cause when you kill another Immortal you get his powers you know?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

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That's Highlander, you prick.

[whitetwoguns]

Wait, wait, what?

[He's got to hold up two arms.]

Does everyone know that?

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy gives Pink a completely nonchalant shrug of NO SHIT REALLY? Only to turn his attention to Larry.]

What?

[Know about Immortals or know about Highlander? Sorry but you're in nerd territory now, Mr. White.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Everyone who paid attention to the movies in the past five years, yeah.

[That is not really a dig on Larry's age as much as it's a dig on Larry's attention span.]

[whitetwoguns]

There's a chance it missed my attention. Some of us don't have all the time in the world to fuck off to the movies.

[Which may as well be a verbal shrug.]

[orangetoughguy]

Don't exaggerate.

[He waves his fresh cigarette at Pink for that remark. Fun movie? Yes. For geeks only? Just nod your head, Pink. Looking to White again Orange does the shrugging for him.]

Hey no harm no foul, you know?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You could watch it here. Not the pinnacle of cinematic accomplishment, but it's better than fucking Star Wars.

[This may be a grudge talking]