But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Again he gives Pink a face. Really? Really? It's a dismissive face.]

That's the one.

[He points at Larry with a grin.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Haven't seen it.

[He sort of predates it, and hasn't had much time to watch movies while he's been stuck here]

[whitetwoguns]

You gotta see this one. It's fucking great. Whole damn island of dinosaurs attacking people and each other. Looks almost real.

[Generous sip of his beer.]

[orangetoughguy]

I picked it up here on a recommendation.

[He nods to Pink then taps his cigarette on the nearest tray.]

And raptors, real smart ones. They open doors.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Wait.

Real looking dinosaurs attack people and open doors.

Who directed it?

[whitetwoguns]

Who directed it? Fuck, Steven Spielberg? Someone like that. What does it matter, you've got realistic looking dinosaurs. Damn exciting movie.

[orangetoughguy]

I don't go out of my way to find shit that's out after us you know. [Like Britney Spears and Lady Gaga or whatever.] But the dinosaur shit, fuckin' worth it.

[There's a nod to confirm with Larry too.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Oh, Spielberg? He's pretty good. I liked that Close Encounters movie.

[A nod]

Sounds worth checking out.

[whitetwoguns]

You won't regret it. I can tell you that.

[Oh man, maybe this last beer wasn't a good idea. Larry is sipping on it more easy. Not that he's drunk or anything...]

[orangetoughguy]

We got it lying around somewhere.

[Oops. Was that a slip? Maybe maybe not. See Freddy finish off that second beer and consider another.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Huh. Well, I'll take a look at it.

[He totally notes that, Freddy. Don't think that he doesn't.]

[whitetwoguns]

[The delivery and context are so goddamn natural. It slips just under the old man's radar. That would be on account of the booze probably.

Larry gets up from his seat and stretches.]

I need to see the john. Be back in a sec.

[He's no lightweight, and he's got no crazy sort of sway. Might take him a bit though.]

[orangetoughguy]

Okay.

[He upnods once and stays where he is. This ain't a cue or anything right? See Freddy lift his new beer up as a toast...cause guys going to piss are worth that. Yep.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Sure.

[He toasts because...well, what? Wait why is he toasting? Aw who cares. He's getting a little tipsy himself]

So, seriously. Old lady back home?

[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.]