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]

[Hold up, getting a concussion?

For killing Joe?

Okay seems legit]

Has someone looked at your head?

[whitetwoguns]

The doctors. It sorta hurt. I felt like shit.

[Wait. Did you really think it was all bullshit? Thanks Pink.]

Still do sorta.

[Not because big meaty undead hands laid down the wrecking.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Okay he takes out a cigarette. He doesn't smoke (much) anymore (okay he's not kidding anyone) but he passes it over.

Shit like the deserves a cigarette]

So why the need to say it in person?

[whitetwoguns]

[A nod of thanks for the smoke. Why even refuse?]

We knew 'im. And [big shoulders shrug] it was important to me to tell you.

[Don't peel it a part too much weasel.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He stares unhappily at the floor]

He was an ornery bastard but the pay was good.

So was it worth it, White?

[whitetwoguns]

[Nod for the first statement. The second White lifts his head.]

If I were dead I couldn't say one way or the other.

[Except he's alive. Well. Get what you thought you would, old man. Take your goddamn medicine.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

That's not what I fucking meant.

[Suddenly Pink realizes he's about to ask a question that might actually make this asshole punch him but he's not sure he cares.]

Knowing what you know, that your kid is a fucking rat, was it worth it to off Joe?

[whitetwoguns]

I don't know what life would have been like if I had let Joe shoot that kid. I don't want to fucking know.

[His voice is gravel. While he did care for the old bastard Larry has made his choice.]

Fuck this. You're welcome.

[With a shake of his head he's heading to the door. Which....is keeping them safe for the time being.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Don't say shit like that too loud, you never know what the fucking City'll come up with.

[He shakes his head. Whatever, asshole, suit yourself.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Door open and not even two steps in the hallway.]

Stop...that gun...at my ...dad...

You got to be fucking me.

[Pink? Uh. Pink? Are you there Pink? Larry falls back and draws his gun.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He hears that and comes out a second later-]

Holy fucking shit.

Holy shit run you asshole!

[God, does Pink hates this town.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Run? Nope. Not a chance. He's gotta take Eddie down just like his papa. This one might be easier.]

Come on, asshole.

[Two guns cocked and firing. Both to the chest. Hopefully this will be less messy...for the old man that is.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

For fuck's sake, are you out of your fucking mind?

[Pink is taking off. Sorry, Larry]

[whitetwoguns]

How else is he 'supposed to go down? Gimme a hand.

[Even as he sees the puff of smoke behind Mr. Pink.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Too late. He's taken off. You're on your own.

But if you run you might be able to catch up with him]