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[whitetwoguns]

I dunno if this is a shit way of looking at it but... as long as we're not living in a fucking sandbox I'm okay. Except that didn't involve the sky falling. Business gotta carry on somehow.

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[makingastatement]

[ Today is the date designated for scouting the next equestrian champion-- apparently withstanding even the most treacherous of meteor showers. Having not heard otherwise from White, Al refuses to be the one to cancel the appointment or be uninvolved in the picking of this investment.

He arrives at the meeting place, mindful of cover as he waits. ]

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[whitetwoguns]

[In good faith that things will end out exactly as they have, he is not going to stand his man Al up. White arrives.]

Hey. Sorry. A little traffic around about.

[He loops his finger around in the air.]

So I figure we can start a little locally. There are some prospects up at the casino.

[That is before they head out to the farm or the more rural areas outside the City. White has a feeling they'll mostly be farm animals.]

If nothing pops up, maybe in the Underground.

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[makingastatement]

Hey. Crazy shit, this weather, huh?

[ He's relieved to see White alone. Ever since all this talk of connections with the police and playing sides, he's felt a bit of aversion, but there's nothing illegal here. Just three, possibly four, men trying to make an honest dollar while testing the odds. ]

Yeah, that sounds alright. You hear about any good words put in for anyone in particular?

[ Casually dodging the fact he may not exactly know what makes a racing champion, but he still wants his say in the matter. ]

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[whitetwoguns]

You can sure say that again.

[Boy would his heart feel like lead if Al voiced these misgivings. That is not who he's about at least it is much easier to say in his own set of shoes.]

There's two real good ones. Their names are a joke. I figure it is to try and deflect any prospecting buyers. [He shrugs.]

Let's get out of the shit storm.

[White steps aside to the entrance into the nearby casino. There are a few. This one is the one he's most familiar with.]

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[makingastatement]

[ No need to complicate the situation now. So far White has proven himself worthy of nothing short of respect, and respect goes a long way when it comes to turning the other cheek. So long as this stays professional, he figures watching this guy work can't do much harm.

Besides, he was right about guacamole. ]

Maybe. Are we going to have a hell of a time cursing at it if it pulls in last place?

[ As it seems to be White has the experience here, Al follows him just a step or two behind taking the time to observe the business in action. ]

Not bad for the first stop.

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[steleheart]

Are you building a shelter? [ A booze shelter. ]

( v i d e o )

[whitetwoguns]

Shelter? No. Just a thing or two in case of repair.

[Like it ain't no thing.]

Now would be a lousy time for a bird house.

( v i d e o )

[steleheart]

[ A laugh. ]

I guess the birds are on their own for now.

( v i d e o )

[whitetwoguns]

I have had a fine feathered friend in my time. Don't let yourself think for a second they're victims. Those little assholes can fly away if they want to. Some have a nasty beak.

[defies_reason]

You might need something a bit stronger than that.

[whitetwoguns]

Any suggestions? I'm all ears.

[defies_reason]

Sheet metal and a higher proof.

[whitetwoguns]

I thought you were talking about spirits.

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[skintoskin]

Sounds like what they do down in Florida, when a hurricane hits.

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[whitetwoguns]

I usually clear out before the hurricane. No luck in these parts.

How's it going, Neil?

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[skintoskin]

We don't get those in Kansas. Tornados, yeah...

Eh. It goes. You?

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[whitetwoguns]

Trying to go about business as usual. Making investments.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Change the Jack Daniels to vodka.

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[whitetwoguns]

Why not both?

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Because vodka is better.

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[whitetwoguns]

Better for what? Drinking straight? Sometimes. But if you're gonna mix it, it'll be apples and oranges.

[signatures]

I liked the sandbox better.

[whitetwoguns]

Worked for our tans at least.

[signatures]

Tans, a sense of usefullness... and somehow, less disgusting.

[whitetwoguns]

I'm not feeling the political intrigue neither. Though here we are. The cops are sticking their necks out and everything's a clusterfuck. Just imagine sand, Mr. Eames.