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contact;

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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hey

[Knock knock. Yeah. Freddy's knocking. Who else would it be?]

yo i got him

[Who the fuck doesn't like bowling? Not Lawrence Dimick. He adjusts the Velcro on the wrist brace he got just for the occasion. No, he doesn't own a ball or pair of shoes...yet. Now that he knows there are lanes, decent lanes, within the City that is more than likely to change. The three of them, Pink, Orange and White got a nice deal for a lane and all the necessary rentals along with it. Though it looks like Larry's in a league of his own when it comes to the scoreboard. There's time for catch-up still. As much as it thrills him to hear the clatter of pins against polished wood, he's got an ulterior motive. Mr. White needs an extra pair of eyes. He leans a little closer to Mr. Pink.]

You haven't noticed anything off.

[There are enough noises in the alley, but he still keeps his voice down. As to who he is talking about, it takes a small head tilt.]

WHERE'S MY BIRD.

[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?

[Come on, fucker.]

[Look who's bumming around town, weasel. It's cold and already sundown but with the kind of serious expression on his face ain't no way somebody's gonna fuck with Mr. Orange. Or something.]

[ Well, actually, it's a picture of a bottle with something liquid and blue in it. ]

[That's your phone, Pink. You know you want to pick it up..... please.]

hey

[Pink is getting ready to install another chain when the doorbell rings.

Granted he wasn't expecting any visitors but the peephole is only Orange and White and they don't look like they're being held at gunpoint.

....are those brownies? He opens the door.]

[Pick up, Pink.]

I need a drink.

Know a place?

[ ooc: this is okay, right? ]

Got room for one on that sofa of yours for a couple of days?

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