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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]

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.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

It's a little [Science talk.] and some [More science talk.]

Nothing to it.

[He's so thankful he started watching that one TV show about the meth producing chemistry teacher.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Shit.

[A shrug and his eyebrows are furrowing.]

Well you haven't killed yourself on it so you can't be total shit at it.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

I learn fast.

[From that horrible experience with you guys.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink considers telling him what White said. Pink considers a lot of things.

Instead he puts out his cigarette]

You quit drinking, too? Your old man liver okay to handle shit?

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

No. I can't be a fuckin' saint, you know?

[Another shrug here. He's putting on his strongest act yet.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Want one?

[Pink stamps his feet a little, shuffles. He could disguise it as his being cold but really it's awkward. Orange is old. He didn't ever want to see that.]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[Shut your face, Pink, he's seen you old. You don't ever want to see yourself old, dude.]

...Naw.

[Orange won't give in. He should, just for show, but he doesn't want to. It'd be like conceding a private battle to his wife, he knows she thinks he falls back on a smoke or two when work gets tough. Of course, he's not wearing a wedding band right now either.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah? What, got a date?

[Pink, shut your mouth. Even he is saying it to himself.]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

What does that mean?

[He's looking right at you now, weasel.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[FREEZE]

Fuck, you know.

White.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

What about White.

[STILL LOOKING.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[NERVOUS. He starts walking a little]

Fuck, nevermind.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[Something's up. He follows Pink but casually so.]

You brought it up, now you have to finish it. What about White.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You saw him, right?

[Shit shit shit]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

I have, yeah. What do you know about me and White.

[Oh yeah, he's implying he thinks you think they're fucking. Well, were. Well, White and his younger self. Yeah.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He may be walking a little faster now]

You guys were friends.

[Friends who suck each other's cocks.]