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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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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.

[It's a one bedroom apartment, not big but not too small either. Livable. The couch is well worn from Freddy having slept on it for months among other things. The kitchen's stocked, the bathroom is clean(ish). Home sweet fucking home.

Look they got a TV and stereo too.]

Don't break anything.

[Obviously that comment's for Pink. They don't have photographs or memos written to each other posted anywhere thank christ.]

[Three people. One toilet. How the hell is this going to work out. Don't get ahead of yourself, Dimick. One night, they're gonna spare one night and see what can be done from there.]

The window in the kitchen can open, I suggest you don't open all of the way unless you have time to spend shutting it.

[He points to said small window. What? He said tour. Larry turns to gesture to the bathroom, which may as well be Pink's room now.]

If you're gonna shower keep in mind the hot water lasts only so long.

[It was never a problem between him and Freddy. Then again...]

Questions?

[He shrugs]

Don't break shit, don't fuck with the kitchen window, keep the showers short and to the point. Sounds pretty self-explanatory to me.

Beer, cereal, leftover Mexican, leftover Chinese. [Freddy counts the food they got in the fridge on his fingers.]

Don't be a fuckin' pig about it though. Leave the Fruit Brute alone, it's mine.

[Fortunately for them Freddy already took care of hiding away the questionable stuff before he even left.]

[Yeah, this is all natural. Some kind of a bachelor pad.]

If something runs out write it down or buy it your own damn self.

[Larry's taking a slow look around, looking for something to stow if it is needed. Everything looks in place. Sheila is good at acting natural, cushions in their half deflated state. Yep. Nothing out of the ordinary.]

I get up at different hours. [Because he has a job. One detail at a time.] Deal with it.

Why the fuck would I ever eat your fucking Fruit Brute? It's all about the fucking Booberry.

And I'm not planning on staying that long. As soon as I can get some money, I'm out of your fucking hair.

[He takes in everything. Don't worry, his fingers are sticky and subtle at the same time. You'll be missing things you didn't even know you owned before you know it.]

[Mr. White, the baddest man in the whole damn town, meaner than a junkyard dog, bites. Freddy knows this now. Blonde might've found out too had Freddy not, you know, gunned him down.]

Too bad we don't have no fuckin' Booberry. Guess you'll go without any grain. [Oh and in addition to Larry's odd hours...] I play music real loud in the morning. Deal.

[Actually, one thing Freddy didn't do was stash the pot they got not too long ago. Oops.]

[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.

Works for me.

[He puts his hands in his pocket - see, nowhere near your crap (for now) - and looks at the door]

I'm going to head out, check this place out some.

Thanks for letting me crash.

Yeah now you got a place to hide if you piss off a fuckin' vampire motherfucker.

[Hey it's practically sundown by now ain't it? Those guys come out at night, at least in this part of town. He looks at Larry though, just to see if he thinks letting Pink go off on his own is a good idea or not.]

One more thing, Pink.

[Yeah, that's his name. That's the basis that level of professionalism is what they're going to stick with.]

No guests. You leave this apartment alone, and you come back alone. This isn't Grand Central Station. We still dunno who or what's gonna pop up.

[So if shit goes missing, the list of suspects is short. Yeah, that's right. He's on to you already motherfucker.]

Edited 2010-11-05 07:26 (UTC)

Got it, got it, sheesh.

[He shakes his head a little as he heads out the door. Fucking crazies. Why does he always end up working with fucking crazies?]

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