action;

[Given the chance, Larry would have gone at Blonde like a rabid dog. He wanted to. Everybody knew it. But he was trying to play the rational guy. Then again he's had plenty of time to hash over missed opportunities.

Puff, puff, puff on his cigarette then he grinds it out in the nearest tray. Shit, Freddy and his music. Is that worth talking about? Personally, he could do without it.

Larry sees that bag. Can he get it without attracting attention? Good one, kid. Real good. Well, it can stay there for now. If Pink thinks he can come on in and eat their food, drink their booze and drink their herb for free he's got another thing coming. He would ask about it.]

I think that's about it then.