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Mar 28, 2012 5:38:15 GMT -5
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Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 28, 2012 5:38:15 GMT -5
"You're coming out on opening night," Lana said evenly. "You gonna be out front on the sidewalk. We're gonna rent you a costume. Real Old South doorman. You attract the people in here. Understand? I wanna see a full house for your pal and her bird."
"Shit. I quittin this motherfuckin bar. Maybe you getting Scarla O’Horror and her ball eagle on the stage, but you ain getting a fiel hand out front, too."
"This precinct is gonna be gettin a certain report."
"Maybe they be getting another orphan repor, too."
"I don't think so."
Jones knew that this was true. Finally, he said "Okay. I be here on opening night. I bring in some people. I bring in some peoples shut down your place for good. I be bringin in peoples like that fat mother got him the green cap."
"I wonder where he went to," Darlene said.
"Shut up and lemme hear you say your lines," Lana hollered at her. "Your friend here wants to see you get ahead. He's gonna help you out, Darlene. Show him how good you are."
Darlene cleared her throat and enunciated carefully. "There sure was plenty beaux at the bowl, honey, but I still got me honor." www.fileserve.com/file/AWnBCFT/Jack Does Not Want What He Doesn't Have.mp3
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