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[This is one very long sip. Loooooooooong sip.]

What's it matter to you anyway.

Because White doesn't get fucking pissed for no reason. If he's willing to make you look like that, what the hell is he willing to do to me?

[This is about Pink, okay?]

[Here Freddy can't help but snort.]

I don't think you're gonna have a problem unless you're holding out, like you got the diamonds in your back pocket or whatever.

[Freddy's joking. Honest. He taps ash out on the nearest ash receptacle.]

[Note to self: never tell. Pink doesn't even blink.]

Do I look like a fucking moron?

[Freddy looks at the mangy fleabag then back at Pink. No words. Just a plume of smoke because making a smoke ring takes too much effort for his sore jaw.]

Whatever, asshole.

[He takes a swig of his beer]

So what were you holding out on?

[You think he didn't catch that?]

[Get the hell out, Mr. Pink. Freddy sips, what to do what to do what to say what to do what to say...]

I don't think he's gonna let me anywhere near his dick anytime soon.

[Wow you are so good at this Newendyke. Yep.]

[This is his apartment, Mr. Orange.]

Really?

That's it?

[He holds his tongue from asking "What's it?" because that would be a dead give away. Maybe if Freddy just rolls with this he won't have to say anything. The kid shrugs and looks away to nurse his beer.]

Okay, whatever. The ring's on the cat's collar.

[Although now it seems kind of cruel to make him get it, instead of funny]

[Really? He gives Pink another dry thoroughly unamused look. Well let Orange take his time finishing up the beer and cigarette first. He's not gonna go after the beast right away.]

[He takes a drink. Why didn't Orange just tell him that someone thought he was a vampire? At least that's an obvious lie. This one reeks of the truth enough to make it so that Pink is suspicious but unsure.]

Little hellbeast scratches like a bitch, too.

[Because there's a difference between telling lies to let someone know they aren't important or included and withholding information for deeply personal reasons, which he hopes Pink believes it's the latter. Freddy has self-preservation to consider.]

Sounds like it's definitely your cat.

That's why I like him.

[He rolls his eyes at that and with an empty beer on hand he has to push that away before sucking down the rest of his cigarette. Freddy looks at the cat, the battle begins.

Five minutes later he still hasn't gotten the ring.]

Will you just call the little bastard over? For fuck's sake. [Freddy's temper is flaring but not enough to hurt a stupid animal. It's all that pent up frustration coming to the forefront. He's not gonna say please he's not gonna say please he's not gonna let his eyes get greener from welling.]

[He watches this casually from his place on the couch]

He's not a fucking dog. He doesn't come when he's called.

[Freddy's dusting his knees off with his newly scratched hands before getting up on his feet.] You're an asshole. Keep the fuckin' ring, I'm outta here.

[He's got guns but he doesn't think to use them. That wouldn't be very sportsmanlike or very Freddy, ie. the inefficient way.]

[Pink just raises his eyebrows. Maybe he should offer a place to stay, but no, he's just not that generous. He won't say no if asked, though.]

Yeah, yeah. Cheer up, kid. The swelling will go down.

[There's that name and in an instant Freddy's snapping around, making his way towards Pink to pull the weasel in face to face by the collar. One hand only. The other's reserved for pulling his gun but the kid doesn't do that just yet. He doesn't want to be the first to trigger a firefight.]

Don't call me that.

Jesus Chri-

Let me go you fucking asshole!

[He's groping for a gun, except that he doesn't keep one in his couch. Note to self - put a fucking gun in your fucking couch, you stupid idiot.

He pushes hard on Orange's sternum; not a punch but an open-handed push]

[He and Larry used to. He and Larry did a lot of things on the couch in this apartment. Hell that couch was his bed for a long time. The push to his chest isn't close to his cracked rib but the pressure alone exacerbates the damage that's already been done. Freddy has to let go and stumble back, he finds balance against the nearest wall.]

Sh-shit.

[His voice falters. Fuck that hurt. Fuck.]

[Pink gets up and grabs his gun, just as a precaution, but this kid couldn't fight his cat, let alone him]

What the fuck is the matter with you?

What do you think the fuck's the matter with me! Christ.

[It hurts to yell so it probably hurts even more going for the gun at his back, but he saw the flash of metal in Pink's hand. Look he may not have it in him to kill a dumb animal but he had it in him to kill a ruthless one.]

[He points the gun but his finger isn't on the trigger, and he knows that Orange will see that. This is a warning, a precaution, it isn't a fucking firefight.]

I think you're a fucking idiot who did more than tell White he wanted to sit on it, but whatever the fuck it is you're not telling me, I'll fucking swallow if you fucking calm down and keep your fucking gun where it is.

[Pink hates guns, and this is why. This is a conciliatory gesture. I won't push it if you don't make me.]

[Breathe, Newendyke. Breathe. This guy ran out on you and Larry when you both were dying on the ramp. This guy was the first to try and cool down that stand off. This guy asked if you were hurt bad. This guy didn't come down on you for ratting him out to Joe. This guy was pretty decent on the ride to the warehouse. And he likes Jurassic Park. Maybe Pink's looking out for Pink first in the end but there are worse people in the world. Freddy lowers his gun down to his hip.]

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