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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[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.]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

I think you know more than that.

[Who are you trying to kid, Pink?! Also he's keeping up.]

[whitetwoguns]

[How about another old man to up the ante here? And no it wasn't like he knows what conversation is going on. Just making his way up the street smoking his own cigarette. He could go drinking, in fact he's been trying to gear himself up for the act for a few hours now except that would admit that this is all getting to him. It's a curse. A fucking curse. Except it hurts more than he ever thought it could get talked to and treated like that by a man he believes he knows so well.

Silly fucking bear. It should be apparent. You don't.

Now that man is out in the City. At least he warned Pink. Maybe he should have warned others. But what to say? Feels like Ariadne isn't quite someone to confide in completely. Arthur? That would have been polite. Arthur's going through enough as it is. A guy doesn't need a kindred bed fellow.

....Oh wait. Look who that is.]

Pink. [Nod, like they haven't talked hours ago.] Orange.

[The same goes. Simple, easy and like nothing in the world bothers him.]