I ground out the end of my cigarette on top of Othello, flicking it over the edge.
"Yeah, that'd be jake."
It was true enough that I wasn't just there to jaw about the weather. Clarence started moving to ring me up, and I knew he was reaching for some kind of bean-shooter; if he didn't still have his old Smith and Wesson P.38 with him, I'd eat my goddamn hat. I knew his style.
I decided to introduce a persuasive friend of my own: the .45 caliber Colt 1911, who'd been known to make rather convincing arguments. With its handle resting on the counter, I cocked the roscoe.
"Grab air, Clarence, nice and slow." I gestured with the barrel that he keep his mitts where I could see them. "Like Wilde said, a true friend stabs you in the front."
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"Yeah, that'd be jake."
It was true enough that I wasn't just there to jaw about the weather. Clarence started moving to ring me up, and I knew he was reaching for some kind of bean-shooter; if he didn't still have his old Smith and Wesson P.38 with him, I'd eat my goddamn hat. I knew his style.
I decided to introduce a persuasive friend of my own: the .45 caliber Colt 1911, who'd been known to make rather convincing arguments. With its handle resting on the counter, I cocked the roscoe.
"Grab air, Clarence, nice and slow." I gestured with the barrel that he keep his mitts where I could see them. "Like Wilde said, a true friend stabs you in the front."