[A pickle jar in a closet is going to make noise if ever purloined. Also it was an excuse to get a big mess of pickles. That's an investment.]
Did you give me all you got?
[It's the true test to see where they stand. Gambling spoils cannot, in fact, last forever. The old man shifts in his seat and takes out his own money clip.]
Everything we got needs to be here right now so if you left any in your other pants...
[Big if.]
He only cares if we feed him. That makes us better than kings, we're gods. Gods of dinner.
[Is this a test? Really, Larry Dimick. Freddy sort of just gives him a look--wait! The kid gets up to grab a lunch box that happens to have a roll of arcade quarters in it. Sigh. He plunks it back down on the table.]
We're counting because we haven't made any money in awhile. I wanna know how much we got for now and how much longer we'll last without making some buying food, rent and other shit.
[Arcade rounds, cigarettes, certain dry clean items. Pissing it all away is a very easy, very common mistake.
Mister Dog agrees and hangs out somewhere close to Freddy's knees.]
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orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
no subject
Did you give me all you got?
[It's the true test to see where they stand. Gambling spoils cannot, in fact, last forever. The old man shifts in his seat and takes out his own money clip.]
Everything we got needs to be here right now so if you left any in your other pants...
[Big if.]
He only cares if we feed him. That makes us better than kings, we're gods. Gods of dinner.
no subject
[Is this a test? Really, Larry Dimick. Freddy sort of just gives him a look--wait! The kid gets up to grab a lunch box that happens to have a roll of arcade quarters in it. Sigh. He plunks it back down on the table.]
There.
no subject
[And getting a result. He frees up a hand to give the kid a good double pat to the shoulder.]
Thanks. You can have it back in a minute.
[More than a minute. He's counting all this shit. To prove his point, he starts with the roll.]
Fuck ton of change.
no subject
[SHRUG. Right, Mister Dog? Freddy looks at the big lug for some agreement.]
Why are we counting? What's up? What are you buying?
[The interrogation begins.]
no subject
[Arcade rounds, cigarettes, certain dry clean items. Pissing it all away is a very easy, very common mistake.
Mister Dog agrees and hangs out somewhere close to Freddy's knees.]