By the Gun Page #4

Hey.

Ali here?

What can I get for you?

Let me get a whiskey sour.

$6.

Keep the change.

You Ali?

Who's asking?

I'm Nick.

Okay. What's up?

I heard from your father there was

some kind of problem with my cousin

at the hair salon you

were at the other day.

I'm here to apologize for him.

You're apologizing for him?

Well, I don't have

a problem with you.

It's your little sh*t cousin

that called me a c*nt.

And who cares, anyway?

I care.

The person I

work for, he cares.

It was an insult to

you and to your father.

I'd like to try

to make amends.

My father's insultable.

What are these?

They're for you.

They're flowers.

What am I

supposed to do with them?

I don't know.

Put them in water.

Wait. Look. Okay.

I know there are

better flowers.

Oh, really?

Why didn't you bring them, then?

Next time.

Next time.

What was your name again?

Nick. Nick Tortano.

Okay, Niccolo.

You go back and you tell your

boss that everything's fine.

You'll live to

see another day.

Whoa, whoa... Just...

Hang on. Hang on.

You gotta let me

do this the right way.

Miss Matazano,

I am sincerely sorry my cousin was

acting so disrespectful and out of line.

It was

completely inappropriate.

I hope you can accept

my sincerest apology.

Okay.

Thank you.

That was really nice.

And thank you for the flowers.

Hey.

You wanna go out with me?

Not in a million years.

What's up, brother?

I thought you

were coming alone.

You gonna bust my balls?

I'm not allowed to have

a friend in the world?

It's me. Let me in, Victor.

All right, come in.

F***ing a**hole.

Victor, you know Nick? No?

Yeah, yeah,

we met a couple of times.

- How you been?

- Good.

Yeah?

You wanna line of coke?

No, thanks, I'm good.

Are you sure?

This sh*t's cut

with creatine, man. It's fire.

Well, if you don't mind,

I'm gonna do a line.

Ooh.

Hey, Victor, where's Blackie?

He don't live with you no more?

What was that? Huh?

I said, where's Blackie?

He don't live with you no more?

No, no. Not since

he got sent upstate.

It's all right, though.

He's too into himself,

you know what I mean?

A real narcissist.

I can't be surrounding myself

with people like that anymore.

F***! Where are my manners?

Do you guys want a beverage or something?

I'm good, I'm good. Thanks.

But Blackie, you should've

seen him when he got arrested.

The f***ing guy started

crying like a little b*tch.

F***ing idiot.

Now, he's in the union.

F***ing union job.

Who wouldn't want a union job?

Like I don't want a union job?

I'd love a union job.

Making 1,800 a week.

I'd never f*** that up.

He's full of it.

Always talking big talk.

I f***ing... I never understand

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