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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]

'lo?

[whitetwoguns]

About time.

[He's kidding because a friendly greeting might come off as too friendly. Shit. He keeps talking to so many people. Why is it that he's not feeling any less lonely...]

Hey. You doing anything in a few nights?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Hey, White.

[He knows there's nothing to be gained from bitching about the greeting]

Nope. Got plans?

[whitetwoguns]

None yet. Did you wanna hit a strip club?

[Smooth like, it's no thing.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Sure. Orange going?

[whitetwoguns]

No, he's not.

[Why'd he have to go there so fucking soon. It's nothing. Nothing at all.]

I was thinking of Duke's Daisy or The Lumberyard.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Huh.

Well.

It's not in Pink's nature to pry (yes it is)]

They don't like me at the Lumberyard. The girls at Duke's Daisy are hotter, anyway.

[whitetwoguns]

What do you mean they don't like you? Your money's the same color as everybody else's.

[Don't do it, Mr. Pink. Don't you fucking dare. Ain't worth it especially the shape he's in right now]

Duke's Daisy it is. How about eight-eight thirty?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I made a few comments about a stripper being fat. And I stand by those comments. If you're going to take off your clothes for a fucking living, then at the very least have the decency to work out. Jog a little. Get in fucking shape.

Sounds good to me.

[whitetwoguns]

People like that type sometimes. Everybody needs a paycheck.

[Still though, shit.]

I guess they don't take kind to criticism.

[.....yeah....]

Tomorrow?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I don't begrudge anyone a paycheck. I could probably still go in but we would get shitty service.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

....sure, tomorrow.

1/2

[whitetwoguns]

I don't want no shitty service.

[whitetwoguns]

[And so the next night!

White waits outside of Duke's Daisy. He's in a light weight jacket and jeans. He's going through his second cigarette. It's been really easy to suck em down the past few days. Chain smoking hasn't been something he's capable of, at least not before.

The bass from the music thuds. When was the last time he came to a place like this anyway?]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink shows up in a pair of jeans and an ugly button-down shirt; he looks pretty casual.]

Hey, White.

[whitetwoguns]

[Casual and usual.]

Pink.

[A nod. This place can probably take smokers so without further ado, in they go. The music might be loud enough to minimize conversation or give him a chance to selectively not hear things.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He takes a seat - a girl spots White right away and takes their drink order.]

Shit, I should come with you to these places more often.

[whitetwoguns]

[That was...fast. He smiles at her, gives the order and away she goes like nothing.]

That's not a typical service thing?

[Coulda fooled him.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Usually I sit here for like fifteen minutes waiting for a girl to look over and notice I'm not the bartender.

[whitetwoguns]

Well fuck.

[How do you even?]

Don't they see you walk in? That don't make any sense.

[Then again, look at Pink. Pink looks like an average Joe. Who the fuck knows.]

We'll get a good time tonight then, pal.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He just raises his eyebrows. Not everyone has magic hot nice guy who is just dangerous enough to not be able to take home to mom pheromones oozing from his skin. Especially not Pink.]

Whatever. You know this coin system shit really goes to hell when strippers are involved.

[whitetwoguns]

[There's age too though. What the fuck would mother's think taking him on home. At least with Pink they're more likely to know what they're in for.]

They make do. So do we.

[Okay. Business. He wants a lap dance. Some gal with big jugs.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

['Here's an older guy who can provide for my daughter.'

Pink shrugs]

Would be easier with paper money's all I'm saying.

[He tips strippers. They earn it, okay?]

[whitetwoguns]

I'll give you that.

[Here's a gal up his alley. Larry beckons her forward. She tosses her long brown hair and slinks on over in her red bikini.]

Wanna dance, Daddy-o?

Sure do....my friend here, wouldn't mind one of his own.

[See, Pink? He's thinking of you. Manly bonding, no talking.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'm all for a dance.

[See he's being polite. She signals another girl over, and well. Manly bonding for a while. No talking.

But all good things must end]