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[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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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Doubt I'll see him anyway.

[whitetwoguns]

Well, in case you do let me know.

[Hopefully Pink will be right.]

At least so I know where he's been and what he's been up to if he's gonna be friendly.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, I'll call you. Thanks for the heads-up.

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[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[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.

It's a double take, because even though he got the phone call, it's un-fucking-believable.]

Holy shit.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[Pink's not the only one to recognize a face out the corner of his eye. Freddy turns too and stares at him. He'd know that mug anywhere, Freddy never even had to testify against him, too busy getting his face surgically repaired to go to court. It was an open and shut case against Mr.--]

Pink.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Staring in the street]

You age well.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

...

[Did he just-- Was that a-- Is sarcasm at--]

You look the same.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, it's all that clean living.

[He swears he's gonna quit sometime soon. Ash everywhere, man.]

Glad to see you didn't fucking die.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[Wait a second. He's looking at Pink, skeptical.] You ain't seen me around before today?

[If you're fucking with him so God help you, weasel.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Well yeah but you're a kid, then. Now.

Shit.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[Look at these arms folding.]

I'm no fuckin' kid, wasn't back then either. [Only Larry can call him that. Oh shit speaking of, how much does this guy know about them? About what Larry told him they've been up to? Which is sucking each other's dicks.] What do you do around here?

[Lucky for Pink it's not a trick question, as if Freddy has any jurisdiction to cuff him here anyway.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink's eyebrows go up. Welp.]

Yeah, guess you've got some perspective on it now.

[And a shrug]

I do what I have to.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's comforting.

[Not. He's trying to decide if this guy can be trusted. He remembers Pink did try to keep some of the peace some of the time and he even felt disgusted over Nash's hacked ear. That has to count for something. Too bad none of that got him out of a heavy sentence.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You want me to lie to you? Sure, I'll do that. I work in a fucking animal shelter. The puppies go crazy when I'm around.

[He's a fucking professional thief, Orange]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

You're real funny, asshole.

[It's kind of comforting to experience that sense of humor though, first hand.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

That's right. I'm a fucking laugh riot.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

That how you ain't been killed yet?

[It's a joke, the kind he would've cracked at the diner.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

That and I keep out of the way of the assholes with the quick trigger finger.

[Same kind of joke]

Want a smoke?

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

I quit.

[Shit it comes out faster than he can think twice about it.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pause]

Yeah, I hear that's been going around.

So what are you now?

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

I run a lab.

[That comes out fast too, fast and naturalistic. The kind of lab is up to Pink's imagination.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You?

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[OFFENDED.]

What. You think I can't do fuckin' science?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Fuck.

[HUFF ON THE CIGARETTE]

I didn't think you had it in you. You didn't strike me as the fucking type.