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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Good enough.]

Tell him he better be over the fact that I kicked him in the balls.

[And a pause]

No guns.

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[orangetoughguy]

His balls are okay. [Haha bet you totally wanted to know that, Mr. Pink.] No guns, fair enough.

[In the back of his mind he's thinking guns are simply business, knives are personal. But if he recalls correctly the weasel's a little bit on the squeamish side when it comes to unnecessary bloodletting anyway.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[lakdjflakf fuck you Newendyke]

And I plan on getting fall down drunk so you better fucking pick me up if I do.

[He's still not telling you where he lives though.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Heh heh heh.]

What happened?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'm having a terrible fucking week and it's only Tuesday.

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[orangetoughguy]

Okay. Fair enough. [Repetition within a different context.] Your choice?

[For the bar. Plus Freddy kind of owes it to him.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

There's that dive at the entrance to the Underground near six.

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[orangetoughguy]

Are you a regular there?

[Just a question, not fishing for details. He's not being a cop right now, Mr. Pink, though it's true you can't take the officer out of him either.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Only been there once.

[Who knows if that's a lie, Pink's not telling]

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[orangetoughguy]

Okay. Twenty minutes.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'll see you there.

[CLICK]