orangetoughguy | log post II

No, I didn't tell anybody.

[A shake of his head before he takes that light graciously. Pull then puff puff. Freddy would be in hotter water had he told anyone that fucking lie. The fact that he told only Larry though, doesn't that make it worse? Shut the fuck Newendyke and just think like the cop you are. Think. Think Pink.]

Pink.

[He doesn't even say why, just the man's name alone connotes manipulation and underhandedness. Okay not all the time, the guy's not so bad but Sam's been there too once, and the bitch cat didn't take a liking to him. At all. Freddy's never known Sam to want to pick a fight however he's no toucan expert either. One never knows.] Come on.

[It's always a trip to be in this apartment at this doorstep. So much happened in this place. Larry honestly believes that it's been ruined by Pink living there. And that cat. This will be visit number two for Sam.

And for Freddy. The old man steals himself before lifting a paw to knock.]

You want to go in too?

[Orange is the boss man.]

[Pink isn't really expecting company, so when the cat hisses and takes off for the top of the fridge, he stares at the door for a good long second before he saunters over and looks in the peephole.]

What the fuck are you guys doing here?

[No, he hasn't opened the door yet. But then they haven't officially knocked.]

[Hey fuck you too, cat. And Freddy can't even see the fleabag yet. He looks at Larry then nods to the door.]

I need some help.

[That's right, 'I', let Pink think Orange is in dire straits, that White's only along for the ride (likely story, the weasel seems to know a lot more than he lets on). Also, for Larry this means yes, I'm going in too.]

[For that retort Larry knocks hard again.]

Just open the fuck up. Open Sesame.

[Good because the stink. Fuck it may be coming out right now. The moral support however wordless would be great.]

[There's nothing stinking in this apartment. He may be a criminal but he's not a dirty one. He undoes the chain and opens the door]

Help with what?

[He doesn't have his gun. Mistake.]

[Before explaining what he needs help with Freddy makes his way through the door, forcing himself in if necessary. See, he knows if he tells the guy up front what he needs help with there's a chance he'll shut him out lightning quick. No need to get violent now. This is definitely a different approach from the bohemian fuck's apartment.]

Where's your cat?

[There is a stink. It's the stink of cat. Other peoples would call it a smell. Hardly detectable after a few moments. This old man's sensitive. But Pink knew that.

He was about to ask that question, Freddy. And he's very grateful of it. It makes him feel more at ease.]

We'll talk inside. Come on.

[Cat or no cat. The sooner it's over the sooner they can leave. That must be something they all can agree on.]

What?

On the fridge.

[He turns to look at the cat, who looks annoyed, baleful, and suspicious. Also not full of toucan]

What the fuck is this about?

[Regardless of whoever came in last, somehow that door gets shut and locked. It's not just criminal habit either, if Sam is around, he doesn't want the toucan hopping out over a cat attack. Now then, smoke smoke. Freddy turns to look at Larry, sort of taking the lead except not, it's only because he's the one feeling most guilty over Sam's troubles.]

Your cat hates my toucan.

[He points his cigarette at the beast on top of the fridge. Yeah, good going Orange, that's real specific.]

[Okay... that isn't the angle that Larry would have started on. Larry rubs his forehead and puts his hands on his hips looking around. No sign of feathers or fruit.]

About that one...[Should he ask? Should Freddy ask? Aw man. Cat smell all over. Pink just lets it go anywhere. That fuck.] The bird I mean.

[Maybe if Pink sweats or gets too worked up they can safely assume he's involved. Okay. Strike that. More worked up than the standard.]

[It has a litterbox and it's very finicky, damn it. At least it doesn't eat diamonds]

Did you seriously come over here to tell me that?

[Shut. Up. Weasel.

Okay okay, just keep calm and carry on. Don't let him see you sweat. The sooner Pink knows Orange has no leg to stand on the easier it is for him to have the upper hand. This about Sam though you dumbass, not pride. But maintaining some level ground better ensures Pink's cooperation. Right? Shit stop holding a dialogue with yourself, Newendyke. Freddy looks over at Larry, a brief but unsure look, before he points his cigarette at Pink.]

Do you ever let your cat out? So he can fuck around in an alley or whatever?

We got reason to believe you got somethin' of ours.

[Not the apartment. And keeping the upper hand as well. This is your help kid. Larry walks around the couch. The place isn't that big. And really, the bird would not allow himself to be put somewhere. ...Alive that is. But what's Pink got against birds? He's got the cat. Birds are superior.]

Maybe the cats involved. All we wanna know is where you and that.

[The cat.]

Were all day today.

[What.]

Of course I let my fucking cat out and...

[What are you doing. Pink stares because this is fucking bizarre]

I was here. What the fuck is going on?

[He tips his head Larry's way.] What he said.

[There are some situations in which schoolyard tactics can't be avoided. Even though he's a short (for a white male) one he steps up to Pink like he's taller, like Sam is perched on top of him to give him the extra height he needs, beady eyes and big bill and all.]

My bird's missing. Your cat's been out. Do the math.

[No guns out yet though, actually Freddy here has a tambourine holstered at the small of his back so if he jingles a little, well. Yeah.]

[That was more direct than Larry was hoping. He doesn't want to think that Pink will laugh it off. But...there's a big ol' chance. Larry crosses his arms and stands closer still at a distance. The short shit's back up is in the room so maybe the answer will be slightly different.]

Like I said, tell us what we wanna know.

[Good cop in a bad mood, bad crook in good faith hoping that they can leave ASAP. That fucking cat, man. Shit.]

When did the cat go out? When did it come back?

[Silence]

Are you asking if my cat ate your fucking bird?

Answer the question Pink, cause if your cat did...

[Good job Freddy, you can't even finish that threat with I'm gonna gut the fucker. While that may be how he feels, the kid couldn't bring himself to carry out a threat on some dumb animal without provocation. Pink's just the type to call him out on that bluff.]

Look can you just..

[Aw here we go.]

Just tell us where your cat's been and if you saw Sam. Don't dick us around.

[Please, please give the kid a reason to kill the cat. If not kill make it run away and trouble someone else's life in the peripheral.]

After that we'll leave.

[Larry rubs his forehead. Just a simple answer will do, Pink. It's already more strange than it should be.]

I haven't seen your bird. Trust me, the way the cat drags in dead shit, if it had killed it, I would know.

[The cat hisses at that. They're presents, asshole]

Last time I saw your bird was when you came over and showed it off.

[Have a single finger pokin' on your chest, Pink.] You lied about hoardin' diamonds, how do I know you're not lyin' now?

[Says one rat to another. Ahem. He looks over at Larry again, he knows Pink better doesn't he? Under Joe? Then back to staring the weasel...up. Look not by much okay, it's just an inch and a half difference between them or something. Whatever, fff.]

Look. When did the cat go out last. That'd clear about everything up.

[If it was any time after the movie started then just maybe there might be a chance. Other than that, looks doubtful. As evil as that cat is Larry doubts it could make it to their place and back again. And one thing is for sure, Pink knows they're looking.

When Freddy gives him a look he lifts his eyebrows. Let's not try and split hairs or talk about liars. It's not what we wanna talk about among the three of them. Ever.]

Where would the cat put anything it put down?

[To be thorough.]

He went out this morning, came back in the afternoon. And he puts all his dead shit right where Orange is standing.

[It's the truth, damn it.]

Why would I lie about your fucking bird?

What? [Freddy looks over where he's standing. No blood, no feathers.] Bullshit.

[The time frame takes Pink's cat out of the running, assuming he's telling the truth. And yeah he's gonna split a couple hairs on liars because Sam's life could be in danger...orrrr he could be happily enjoying some bananas he stole from a supermarket who knows. As for why Pink would lie about his bird, there's only one million dollar rock answer.

But Freddy looks to Larry for consultation on whether or not they should tell the weasel. Can they trust Pink to keep an ear and eye out around pawn shops?]

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