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[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?

[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.]

[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.]

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

Yeah? Like where?

[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.

[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.]

[Pink just looks at them blankly]

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

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

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?]

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.]

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.

[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...]

[Freddy is not as sharp as Larry at the moment so when Pink suggests they wouldn't want to it's not fear that rears its head but pride.]

Why not? You think we did it last year just to put a smile on your face? Give me a break.

[Another sip. That's not true at all see because Mr. White still loves women.] If you got somethin' else in mind just say it man.

No, I think you did it last year because you didn't think I knew you two were fucking each other like rabbits.

[He takes a drink of his doctored coffee]

I think you're a faggot, Mr. Orange. Is that specific enough for you?

[Oh. That. Larry comes back to the table to have a seat and finish his beer.]

Well. Did you? Fuck man, we had a good time. That's got nothing to do with what we do on our time. If you don't want to go to a titty bar just fucking say it.

[Sip. Because really, they got no way of hiding it. And they decided they wouldn't hide it anymore. Technically they should have had this conversation with Pink quite some time ago. It just kept being delayed.]

.........

[Talking about how it might go down and actually experience it as it goes down are not the same thing. Freddy is kind of sort of shocked to hear it from Pink's mouth like that, so fucking casual, so sure of himself, and so very right.]

.........

[What are you even saying Lawrence Dimick.]

Yeah, we did.

I'm just saying if you guys don't like it, we do something we'll all have a good time at. It's fucking Thanksgiving, right?

You're right. You're right. [Jesus though, they're right here and owning up. Freddy say something won't you. Larry takes another drink of his beer and reaches to pat the kid on the shoulder.]

Felt fine to me last time. I mean, that first place wasn't bad with the drinks and music.

[He won't go there about the tits. It's difficult enough to explain and accept that he loves cock. To say he loves cock and pussy might be too turbulent. Not to mention excluding. This is about unity.]

[Is this real life or is this fantasy? Freddy can't believe what he's hearing, it's practically too good to be true, Pink doesn't give a flying fuck that they suck each other's dicks. It doesn't stop the kid from turning a little pink in the cheeks.]

.....Karaoke?

[The suggestion comes out as stupid as it sounds because Freddy's still dumbfounded however it's a valid suggestion. Nobody ever got hurt singing like a fucking fool. And if they go to a Korean or Japanese owned place they're guaranteed to have pretty waitresses eager to keep them company with their clothes on...for tips.]

[The spirit of generosity is limited to holidays and sometimes birthdays. Also Pink doesn't care if they're gay as long as they don't spread it to him: they seem pretty content in just sucking each other off and not getting him involved.

This is why Pink doesn't want to go to prison.]

Sure, why not?

[There have been worse suggestions]

[Times like these, the old man can really appreciate Pink. Unexpected, unprecedented and...surprisingly understanding. What a son of a bitch. Somehow he pulls through.

Pink wouldn't hold over well in prison. He's smart. Really smart. But smart guys are at risk no matter what age. And an ass is an ass.]

I could go for that.

[Freddy's been to county jail and prison but not quite the way these two have. The kid's always been on the other side of the bars so he doesn't know what it's really like, which is to say he didn't catch the gay there.]

Okay. They got good drinks at this one Japanese place. You like sake?

[The kid asks, using his hands to gesticulate like everything's back to normal. He's sort of glad he doesn't have to explain it, just let it go acknowledged then let it go on.]

The Jap shit's okay. They make good beer, too.

Okay then. It's settled.

[Wow. That was....really easy. They're faggots. They hang with Pink. And uh...guess there isn't much to hash over other than that. Another sip.

No one is gonna catch the gay from anyone else. Larry and Freddy can keep on infecting one another. Pink is a shrewd man. If there was a way to catch being a homo, he'd find a way out of it or a loophole and fucking flaunt his smart ass.

What man would want to fuck Mr. Pink anyway? He is, and may always be, an acquired taste.]

I say we walk to get some of this worked out.

[He gestures to his gut. Also because Larry doesn't wanna have to be a designated driver.]

[Maybe back in the day when brains, shrewdness, and evasion of the law in the face of the law were prided over brawn and beauty Pink would be a catch...like during prohibition or something.]

I gotta smoke anyway.

[Freddy agrees to a walk because he's made a habit of smoking on walks before risking going indoors where they don't allow it. What the fuck is up with that anyway? Fucking restrictions everywhere topside of this city.]

[And off the three of them go, to a night full of brohood and not passing along the gay to others.]

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