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[makingastatement]

[ The woman in the video takes her time setting up the camera in a bar that is definitely not one of his...her...regular dives. At first she's hesitant, attempting to slick back her hair and crudely adjust the tie and vest to compliment her, ah, altered chest area.

It might not have been the best idea, but it's late to turn back now. ]

What. Don't act like it ain't happening to the rest of you. I'm not gonna cry over it or let 'em think that it bugs me any more than the other shit that goes on here.

[ She shifts her weight in the chair ever-so slightly before taking a long swig from a nearby bottle. ]

I'm just gonna go on the record and say that if one more of your sonnuvabitches, man-woman, woman-man or otherwise, says something about this, I still got fists and they work just fine.

[ Right on cue, a whistle. She barely knits her brows in annoyance before she's lunging out of her chair and is off the screen like a blur. ]

C'mere, ya fuckin'--!!

[ There's just a hint of a yelp before the feed cuts out. ]

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[makingastatement]

Who says I'm not?

[ Not all the time, granted, but... One guy can only do so much. ]

Jesus. That's--

[ He's not sure how to properly finish the thought, something about not shitting where you eat, but instead he segues into something else. ]

What's he do here anyway?

[whitetwoguns]

Not me, man. I'm trying to take a page out of your book. I mean, you've known him for longer.

[He's going to assume. It is what White would do.]

Look. It is a complicated sort of a set up. On the outside I would have thought it was ludicrous. He's a guy who's a cut above the rest.

[This is the build up. Buying precious amounts of time to decide whether or not to lie or tell the truth by focusing on the incredulous tone of Al's.]

[makingastatement]

A few years, yeah.

[ He scratches just under his chin thoughtfully, a touch uncomfortable. ]

Look, I'm just askin'-- what's he do. [ He stops fidgeting, taking a beat to collect himself. It's business. Business always needs a presentation. ] Jimmy seems to trust you and I can respect that.

[ Well...some of Jimmy's decisions, anyway. ]

[whitetwoguns]

I like 'im. Even if he's got a lot going on under his hat.

[Even crooks need friends. Larry feels the inclination himself. He isn't gonna beat around the bush. What more can he do being asked this directly. A lie would bite him hard in the ass.]

He works with the Police Force. [With he says.] Really he's his own man, nobody's snitch.

[makingastatement]

A little too serious most of the time, but yeah. He's a good guy.

[ With. With is better than being, therefore he'll accept it for now. Times and situations can be tough and he knows a few lawmen and snitches himself. They're alright, but nothing to dismiss.

And despite all technicalities in the situation, he sees no reason to mistrust White yet. He has been honest and open, even if overly so. ]

...Alright. But if there's one whiff of any funny business, we're gonna be having a conversation ain't nobody wants to have.

[ It's not so much spoken as a threat as it is a burden. It's supposed to be profit, not anything so serious as taking out the trash. ]

[whitetwoguns]

I'll drink to that. The both of you have been pretty swell, gotta say.

[If they weren't, he wouldn't dream of this business venture. Getting out there requires trust. And so far keeping to the truth is about the only big pull he has with this unsavory information.

White isn't ashamed, just concerned. What he and Orange got is not worth fucking up. He's got faith that the two men will understand that some cops are people.]

Orange and I aren't funny business folk. [To put that forward. He reads the signs loud and clear.] I hear what you're saying, Al. I got you.