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[gunpowdergelatine]

The biggest couch by the fire is occupied.

The person sprawling there is wearing a purple velvet dress with short puffed sleeves and a long, heavy skirt. A rather attractive pair of feet, in sheer black stockings, are crossed at the ankle and propped up on one arm of the couch; the head leaning against the other arm has shoulder-length brown curls streaked with fading green, tucked back behind one ear to reveal a small pearl earring. No makeup. A glass of whiskey in one hand, a small bag of jelly beans in the other, and a pair of black shoes with low wedge heels perched on a couch cushion beside the feet they presumably came off of.

Comments

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Shows what you fuckin' know. What do you think I did with my life before I started robbing banks?"

[smokeandstreets]

". . . Huh," Tony says, blinking. "I dunno."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Now you do."

[smokeandstreets]

"Sorry, man."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"What for?"

[smokeandstreets]

"Most people ain't hooking 'cause it's their favorite thing to do."

Except possibly the Dylandy boys.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Yeah." He grins wryly. "Wasn't then; am now."

[smokeandstreets]

"So what's the market like where you are, dead man?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Lot of sadists," he says, laughing.

[smokeandstreets]

He wrinkles his nose. "Great."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"But, y'know, I play to every crowd I can get. I just got a special place in my heart for the boys'n'girls who'll fuck me with a shotgun."

[smokeandstreets]

... Tony makes kind of a O.o face.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie giggles.

[smokeandstreets]

". . . You know a guy named Chainsaw?"

Still o.O-ing.

[gunpowdergelatine]

His tongue darts out over his lips.

"Do I ever."

[smokeandstreets]

He snorts and shakes his head.

"Shoulda fucking known."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"He's great, ain't he?"

[smokeandstreets]

"He's . . ."

Scary. Hot. Scary hot.

"A really fucking good john," he decides.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Yeah, that too."

[smokeandstreets]

Tony raises his eyebrows.

"Too?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Well, the first time we met, it wasn't 'cause he was paying me to fuck him."

[smokeandstreets]

"Okaaay . . ."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Oh, don't tell me he's never told you what he does for a—living."

[smokeandstreets]

". . . It's come up."

It's kind of freaky!

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Mm. Well, lemme tell ya, he's even better at that."