contact;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[orangetoughguy]

[RELIEF. Not that Pink can hear it.]

Where.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

He's in my bathroom.

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[orangetoughguy]

Why is he in your bathroom.

[Can the toucan hear him like a keen dog? Does the toucan recognize Freddy's voice? Either way there's a flapping bird in that bathroom who croaks and chirps.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Because I wasn't exactly looking forward to the toucan v. cat war, why the fuck do you think?

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[orangetoughguy]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Toucan's got a powerful beak over there.]

I want him back today.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

You can come pick him up.

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[orangetoughguy]

[It sounds too easy....]

Okay.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pause]

But you gotta pay me back for my TV.

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[orangetoughguy]

What.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

The bird flew into it.

I think the fucker did it on purpose.

[There may have been a cat involved.]

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[orangetoughguy]

That's bullshit.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

You can come see for yourself.

[PECK PECK PECK in the background]

I'll spare you the cost of a new bathroom door.

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[orangetoughguy]

[BLARGH. Freddy relents.] I'll drop by later.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Good.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[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.]

So.

What's the plan?

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Butter and garlic cream cheese because Freddy found they had a wedge of that for who knows what reason but he swore it wasn't spoiled and so far they're all still alive so it's cool.]

We could try a new place.

[As in a new strip club, he suggests before sipping his beer. Pink cuts a sweet homecooked meal, can't lie about that, though he wonders how the weasel came to be so good in the kitchen. There's probably a whole lot they don't know about the guy. Unlike Larry, Pink's never once even slipped his name.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink takes a sip of his own beer. The rolls were pretty good. Store bought but not bad, really.]

Yeah? Like where?

[whitetwoguns]

[Freddy can keep is garlic cream cheese. It's great and all but honey and butter on a warm roll. Mmm. Mmm. Store bought? The sign said it's baked fresh daily. What the fuck. That's false advertisement. Unlike Pink, they're not on god tier of food prep just eating.]

Well. [Hold it. He burps.] Shit you know that was terrific.

[Ahem!]

There's Carnegie Mellons. Think that's up north from here.

[orangetoughguy]

[The old man burped. Freddy can't help but laugh because hah hah, cool as fuck Mr. White burped.]

There's the Pink Dragon too, it's Vietnamese.

[He's not saying that just because Pink is Mr. Pink or anything.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink just looks at them blankly]

Well, sure, I'll have a fucking great time.

[Yes the implication is that you guys...won't.]

[whitetwoguns]

What?

[Larry gets up from the table to clear the bones off of his plate. Right into the garbage can. Ew. There's that goddamn cat looking at him. Dish goes into the sink.]

Y'think we're gonna let you go on your own?

[...or is this going into another convo?]

[orangetoughguy]

That's the point right? Besides we're comin' too, you can't have it all alone.

[Make that two guys who aren't quite sure where there is going. Unlike Larry though, Freddy doesn't help to clear anything away. He's just sitting.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I didn't mean that.

[He takes a cup of coffee and puts a dollop of something from a flask in it. Ahhhh sweet vices]

You guys are coming, I just don't know why you'd want to.

[whitetwoguns]

[Oh. That. Larry leans on the counter and looks at the two fucks not far at the table.]

We're bein' polite, man. You did ask what's next.

[Which...is not addressing why their attendance at a titty bar would not be enjoyed or something they want.]

Something you'd rather do?

[No. They're not hiding. They came together, had some small talk about what a fucking year it's been and all...]