The Baytown Outlaws Page #5

a little candy in every pifiata.

Shh.

Got some free sh*t!

Take it easy, Van Damme! Hey.

Hadji at the front desk said

we're only a few hours from Austin.

- Nice!

- Whoo!

- Who that?

- F***. Who do you think?

Don't answer that sh*t, man!

Don't answer it. Don't you...

- Hey.

- Hey'?

Don't hey me.

The hell are you'?

Texas.

Texas?

Well, what in the Sam Hill could

you possibly have to do in Texas?

Hey, man. Check this out.

Permian Stadium from

Friday Night Lights. It's on the way!

I took a job out here.

You took a job!

Well, excuse me.

What was I thinking? I forgot you guys

are freelance artists. So, Mr Brick,

- whatjob did you take?

- Look, it's not a big deal, man.

All right? It's just a little gig

out here. We can handle it.

You're going to handle it

like you handled me yesterday?

It's bad enough you can't

check a damn address,

but you also got to lay them

pork chops out in my backyard?

- Put it on our tab.

- What was that?

- Nothing!

- You watch your mouth, son.

This ain't a joke. This little misstep

is gonna be a pain for me,

but you may have just stuck

your dick in a hornet's nest.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean?

I've got some jackleg

ATF agent up my ass,

looking to make a name

for locking up you idiots.

The last thing I need is for you dumb

shits to draw more unneeded attention.

I mean it, Brick. I better not hear sh*t

about your little Texas job.

Keep your ass off the grid.

Don't call my house.

Write this number down.

And for the love of God,

get rid of that damn cell phone.

- Yes, sir.

- Damn well better.

You mess around and f*** up

my pension, that's your ass.

I don't even know you.

Hey!

Check it out, man!

Permian Stadium!

It's on the way, man!

You want to win, put bubba in!

It's not on the way, jackass.

It is, man! It's Odessa, Texas!

Huh?

Man! Don't take it out on me

because you got your ass chewed.

We got work to do, boys.

I'll get my badge.

No. I figured we'd do

the old Roosevelt slammer.

F***, yeah! Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Dibs, b*tch! Whoo!

Goddamn it, Montane! I didn't want you

to blow the place to hell and back.

I don't give a sh*t! Would you f***ing

listen to me every now and then?

Please? Goddamn it.

Come here, baby. Come here!

I don't know if your mama told you,

but you are hotter than sh*t.

Goddamn.

F***.

That's the sh*t right there, boys!

From now on,

no more nickel and diming!

You get it'? Only the finest!

- Hey, how come she's not naked'?

- Don't know, boss.

Find out.

Hey. I'll call you when I need you.

All right. Bye.

Doesn't anybody know how

to use finesse any more?

You all right'?

- The helmet ain't work for sh*t.

- I told you. Aah!

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