But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[pinkfuckingpro]

[The thing about lounging around the apartment is that it's just so easy. He knows that Orange is at work, but he's not exactly sure where White is. But he's watching television and providing a running commentary in his head to Jerry Springer. Except sometimes it's out loud]

What the fuck, man, you can't throw a chair at your pregnant girlfriend, I don't care if she did sleep with your brother!

[whitetwoguns]

[White's been at work, naturally. And finally it's his time to come back on in. He could hear something down the hall. Oh, just Pink.]

You know they can't hear you.

[pinkfuckingpro]

[He takes a drag of his cigarette]

If they could, it wouldn't do any good. The asshole's too into it now.

[whitetwoguns]

[He shrugs off his coat and drapes it over the couch. Now his arms are free, he stretches making his way to the kitchen.]

Blame the guys in the black shirts. Fuckers don't do anything unless they really start punchin'.

phone call

[orangetoughguy]

[Your phone's going off, old man. It'll keep going until you answer.]

phone call

[whitetwoguns]

[Woah. Unexpected. He clears his throat before answering.]

Hello.

phone call

[orangetoughguy]

Hey.

[You can probably hear hospital hullabaloo in the background, Larry.]

phone call

[whitetwoguns]

[Talk about noisy.]

What's going on?

[He's not one to call.]

[pinkfuckingpro]

[He has a cold beer, and this is the kind of place that Pink likes. A nice atmosphere, just drinks, nothing special. And the company ain't so bad, either. Really.]

So someone tell me why the fuck anyone in this hellhole would get on a train that people couldn't get off of once it started going.

[whitetwoguns]

Simple, they didn't know they weren't gonna be able to get off of it.

[Mr. White has his own beer, bottled no tap. Nothing special at all. And for once he didn't have to work today, so he's dressed well without the whole entire suit ensemble. Not that it matters. Queer line of thinking, isn't it? Samuel Adams tastes good tonight.]

I mean, if you saw a train would you be thinking about never being able to leave? Or how about an elevator for that matter?

[orangetoughguy]

[In comes Mr. orange to the tune of...not Jumpin' Jack Flash, that's reserved for guys like Larry. Maybe it's some Sammy Hagar. Look the point is the kid shows up "late" by some odd minutes. He's got his leather jacket on fit for the weather. It's zipped up over his t-shirt and jeans. Nothing to see here.]

Hey.

[White and Pink are easy to find.] Started without me huh? Fine.

[pinkfuckingpro]

Shit, after this I think I'll take the fucking stairs.

[He tips his beer in Orange's direction]

Hey, boss didn't let you off early?

[text]

[chosered]

Hey, I was wondering if you're free this week.

[text]

[whitetwoguns]

Hey. Likely Wednesday.

[text]

[chosered]

I can do Wednesday.

[text]

[whitetwoguns]

Good.

Any requests?

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[chosered]

I got a roommate, I don't know how long he'll be staying, but if you want to meet maybe it would be better away from my place. A hotel or something. No rush. Just letting you know.

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[whitetwoguns]

Thanks for the heads up.

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[whitetwoguns]

[Sent several hours later.]

Everything's gone down the shitter.

I shouldn't be anyone's company.

He a nice guy?

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[chosered]

Who, Gregor? He's been nice so far.