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You haven't noticed anything off.
[There are enough noises in the alley, but he still keeps his voice down. As to who he is talking about, it takes a small head tilt.]
[Pink is wearing an ugly ass orange and green bowling shirt; purchase whereabouts unknown, but it looks vaguely thrift-store chic. He bounces his leg up and down and watches White clean up, and it's both unsurprising and a moment of scoff.
Who the fuck knew?
But when White asks, he looks over at Orange, a quick glance, and shrugs.]
[Gobble fucking gobble. Pink's made a turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green beans, and a fucking amazing pumpkin pie. From scratch. All he asked the guys to bring was rolls and the beer and he would do the rest.
The fact is that Pink secretly likes Thanksgiving, although he spent the morning bitching to the cat about it.
The cat didn't really care though. The meal was eaten, and they are all sitting around Pink's tiny ass table in the sweet lull of a tryptophan high.]
[Rolls and beer were supplied. Butter too since he didn't say one way or the other it would be there. And honey. The old man likes em with butter and honey. If they're gonna have a feast may as well have it how the like it.]
I dunno. We could watch a game. If there's one on or make like we did last year.
[Sip of beer to stop a hiccup. Pink can cook up a mean spread.]
[Look who's bumming around town, weasel. It's cold and already sundown but with the kind of serious expression on his face ain't no way somebody's gonna fuck with Mr. Orange. Or something.]
[Mr. Pink has a cigarette and a thick coat as he heads off to his favorite bar - the one where the bartender argues with him the merits of John Wayne movies when he passes the old man.
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The fact is that Pink secretly likes Thanksgiving, although he spent the morning bitching to the cat about it.
The cat didn't really care though. The meal was eaten, and they are all sitting around Pink's tiny ass table in the sweet lull of a tryptophan high.]
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[Sip of beer to stop a hiccup. Pink can cook up a mean spread.]
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[The old man is toting the tray. And no, they didn't bake them. They bought em. Green Man Bakery says it all.]
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