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[The sound of a payphone getting lifted off the reciever, and then a dialtone, and dialing]

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

Hello? Joe? Why the hell am I even-

[The phone slams down into the reciever]

Fuck, it would fucking figure that the only fucking payphone I find isn't fucking working. Fuck. After that crap, fuckfuckfuckfuck this is fucked.

[There's the sound of a hand smacking something. And then there's a pause, and a breath]

Okay, this isn't total shit, I mean-

[There's a pause, and the sound of cloth against the microphone of a Network Device]

Holy shit.

Is this shit getting recorded? What the hell happened to rights to privacy? Hey, are you listening on the other end? You know what listening to people talking over a payphone makes you, asshole? A pervert. What the fuck is wrong with you?

This is the fucking decline of Western Civilization right here.

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Yeah well if lady luck's looking to fuck us far up the ass all we need is that maniac motherfucker.

[Redirect focus, find a scapegoat, the only one all of them can call a bad guy.]

Fuck, he's fucking dead and thank fuck for that.

[Oh he wants to tell Pink how death works in this world but he decides against it and just nods.]

Yeah, thank Christ.

He was a fucking psychopath.

He got what was coming.

You don't have to tell me twice.

[Another huff before he takes a deep pull.]

[Holy fucking shit. That's what he's been thinking over and over the minute he read the message. Mr. Pink is in the City, and it's like everything that was put behind him is back with a vengeance. If Pink is here, then what the fuck else is going to happen from here.

For one thing, Larry is sure he's running out of freebies at work. He asked for a half an hour, which is not as bad as the rest of the evening, but shit. These things are adding up.

Freddy is easy to spot. He's more familiar. Pink, well, you see him once and you pretty much know that mug for sure.]

Afternoon, fellas.

[In case of anyone listening, it's not a hello again or something. Mr. White is on the prowl. Brown eyes seek contact with Freddy first, like it's a quick assessment of how the wind is blowing in this little reunion. Then a look to Pink. No handshake or smile here, but he's not gonna be an ass.]

All in one piece?

[White. Great, someone with sense. Not that Orange is missing sense as much as Orange doesn't. Well. He's like a baby.]

Hey.

[There's a shuffle of his feet. White makes him a little nervous because White knows the business like no one else.]

I'm surprised the kid is, but he tells me that's pretty usual around here. You got a cigarette?

We're good.

[He sees that look and sends another back. He and Pink are on seemingly decent non-killing terms. He hasn't accused Freddy of being a rat, good enough. He flicks his now spent second cigarette onto the floor...only to give Pink a fucking look. It says "What the fuck man?" because seriously, that totally sounds like an insult to his brand of choice.]

I ain't no kid. [Nevermind how he thought Anne Francis was black. Only Larry gets to call him the kid goddamn.]

[Sure he's got a cigarette and manners to boot however if it'll come the high strung weasel even a little bit, Larry will spare a Chesterfield.]

Yeah. We made it out okay. [Like it's taking a punch or something rather than an assault of bullets.]

What the hell happened to you? [Easy to ask a person who is absolutely bullet, bruise or scrape free when there was a goddamn Mexican stand off going on around him. That's no glare though White regards him carefully handing over that cigarette.]

[He takes it gratefully]

Thanks.

I got cornered by the cops. They fucking followed me, but I stashed the diamonds and shook them, and then ended up here. Or something like that. I thought I was in Los Angeles.

[He looks between the two of them. No one even bothers addressing the kid issue? Really? Really? Hmph, fine. Yeah Freddy knows there are more important things at hand yeah.]

I gave him the not-in-fuckin'-Kansas-anymore rundown. [He says this to Larry while looking at Pink.] Told Pink he wouldn't believe it, he's taking it alright.

[It will be addressed. Eventually. But yeah, kid. More important issues. And besides, it'd be best not to show any kind of favoritism. Pink here can smell that, resent it. It doesn't take a genius to see that.]

Good. [Larry pulls out a smoke for himself, he lights for Pink then himself.] Anybody else we should know about? [As easy as it is to say it, this is very, very important to Larry.]

What can I say, I'm a fan of Sherlock Holmes.

[He takes a long drag and a grateful nod in White's direction]

No. I mean, Blonde's dead, Eddie and Joe are dead, so basically it's just me. Any tail I had I lost.

I've been here with him for the last half hour, nothin' doin'.

[No interruptions, no sirens, no more dead people. Freddy has to admit it doesn't seem like Pink brought trouble with him.]

He don't wanna go homeless.

[This he says to Larry as well as with a look to Larry too. Get it? The guy's been asking to crash with him. With them. Freddy can find it in his heart to let him but is it a good idea?]

[What the flying fuck does any of this have to do with Sherlock Holmes? Did Pink meet up with him? Nevermind. He flicks off ash and processes that at least their slim, shrew faced friend came on his own. Good, no skeletons to pop out of no closets.]

What person does.

[Fuck, what are they supposed to do? Put him up for the night? They've got the couch besides the bed and nothing else. Leave Pink alone in the apartment and he'll rummage. Give him a hotel room and he'll doubt up and down. The choices are slim. At least if he stays with the two of em he'd be under surveillance.]

Something can be worked out.

[Eliminate the impossible and the improbable has to be true? What is he the only literate person in this group of thieves?]

Hey, I just need a couch until I can get a place of my own. Sounds like around here you end up living it out.

[Look ask Freddy to explain how the Silver Surfer surfs and he can do it right down to quoting panels and pages from as far back as the 60s. That's fucking literate, just a different kind of literate. Also:]

The couch is mine. [He points at himself for emphasis.] You got a problem sleepin' at the kitchen table?

[He's looking at Pink then to Larry. Take him in, keep him under some surveillance for a little until they can tell he's on the up and up.]

[Some of us are doing other shit besides reading. The paper is literature, current and relevant literature actually.

Larry scratches his forehead while Freddy talks about his couch. Maybe it'll mask How he feels about the clear cut pecking order. It is what it is. Roll with it.]

Tub would be more comfortable. Just get a pillow and blanket in there. [And a sure fire way to keep everyone out of there. Looks like it is settled. Mr. Pink will star in their Three's Company.]

[He rolls his eyes but whatever, okay kid, have what you want. However:]

Are you telling me you two share an apartment and you couldn't even get two bedrooms?

[Weirdos]

Okay, sure. I'll take the tub. I've slept in worse. But either of you get up to take a leak in the night I'll shoot it off.

[There goes another dry look at Pink for that remark.]

Do you wanna see how long it takes for you to get a fuckin' roof on your own? I mean we can start now, I ain't got a problem with that either.

[He can be a smartass too, thanks.]

Money don't grow on fucking trees, you know. We're workin' on it.

[Larry's big paycheck, that's on a need to know basis. Pink don't need to know.

And go ahead and try to give a sob story about starting over from nothing. Larry's got a few.]

Hey, hey. You is staying in who's apartment. If I'm gonna take a leak, I'm going to fucking take a leak. We got a shower curtain. No one asks you to look.

[Now isn't this gonna be fucking cozy. Shit. He takes a deep drag from his cigarette. Given the choice, it's far better to have Pink here than anybody else.]

[Drag. He chooses to focus on the omega dog.]

Well it's taken you three months, so I figure in another four, I'll get my own place.

[Yeah, right. It'll take him a week before he goes crazy]

[Too bad the omega dog takes that bait so easily. To his credit, it works well for Mr. Orange's cover. Fuck is this starting up again? Is that two steps forward or two steps back?]

Blow me.

[Then he looks to Larry.] Now?

[Take Pink back together? Either way Larry's got to go back to work and that means leaving him alone with Pink. Don't worry about me.]

[All this is a glorious harmony, a brilliant partnership etc etc.]

Alright, alright, the both of you. Grand tour time.

[He steps between the two, even though the confrontation is superficial. And Freddy spouting blow me so casually is a small point of worry. Is there anything about their apartment that would be telling? Probably not. Cool it, old man.]

Lead the way.

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