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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.]

( v i d e o )

[steleheart]

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

[defies_reason]

You might need something a bit stronger than that.

( 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.

[whitetwoguns]

Any suggestions? I'm all ears.

[defies_reason]

Sheet metal and a higher proof.

[whitetwoguns]

I thought you were talking about spirits.

[defies_reason]

I never said I wasn't.

[whitetwoguns]

Deep down I'm hoping it's not gonna be that bad.

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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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[whitetwoguns]

[Even though he's White by name, once his trust is earned he is true blue. That's how he came to know Orange for better or fucking worse.]

Sure will. Unless you like tongue twisters so well.

[He holds the door open with one hand until Al can reach for it himself.]

Familiar neck of the woods if I say so myself.

[They gotta pass the roulette and card tables with scattered slots. The stables are a few floors below.]

First one is Jumpin' Pepper Jack Slim Sauce.

[He manages to keep a straight face because it's rehearsed.]

( v i d e o )

[steleheart]

[ A laugh. ]

I guess the birds are on their own for now.

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[skintoskin]

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

[defies_reason]

As they say, if you go on a day trip, take a week's supply of bread.

( 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.

[whitetwoguns]

If only they had that sorta logic on the USS Minnow.

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[whitetwoguns]

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

How's it going, Neil?

[defies_reason]

Minnow?

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[majorcrotchgrab]

Change the Jack Daniels to vodka.

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[makingastatement]

Hope it's time spent earning money and not losing it.

[ Not a bad spot. It gives Lansky's operation some healthy competition. ]

Jesus. It ain't exactly poetry, but it's not a name you forget.

[ The smell of hay and horse shit is getting stronger, so he figures they must be getting closer. ]

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[whitetwoguns]

I feel you. We gotta spend a little and invest then, well I don't need to tell you pal.

[The last thing he wants is to insult Al's intelligence. He is a business man through and through.]

We could call him Jack Slim or....fuck I dunno. Pepper. If we like em.

[Around them are tall, well kept wooden stalls. White walks through the row with confidence. A short, long nosed jockey is waiting outside to show them their prospecting horse. His voice is deep. "Just as advertised, gentleman. A fine specimen, just starting his career. Thoroughbred. The sire was Kay So Pepper Jack and the dam was Sweet Josephine Fatz, Kay So was real, real big some circuits ago."

Jumpin' Pepper Jack Slim Sauce is lean and for now, mellow. He's the color of molasses. Well, you men in suits? That's what his face seems to say.]

If anything, he's a looker.

[whitetwoguns]

Gilligan fan? No? I like I love Lucy better myself.