Turn The River Page #4

Fifty, at least.

How long?

Couple of weeks.

Let's do it.

Where are you going?

To raise your f***ing money.

What about Mexico?

I don't speak Spanish, Markus.

Mexico's nice.

Hey, uh...

Jameson neat, water back.

Thanks.

Four Buds.

Are those guys your boyfriends?

What?

Why don't you invite

me on your team?

What?

Invite me on your team.

Why?

Because it might

be fun to beat them.

Take my place.

Really?

Yeah. F***ing hate this game.

That guy your boyfriend?

Depends on who you ask.

I suppose I'll ask you.

Nope.

Okay, then.

She's playing for Kat.

What?

She's on my team.

Okay.

No, no, who the

f*** is this?

Come on, let's play.

It'd be fun.

Lady, this isn't, uh...

like, you know,

an open thing.

Come on. It'll be fun.

Seriously.

F*** off.

No, Brad.

Let her play.

Okay. Here's, uh...

hundred dollars.

I'm gonna play you

or the both of you.

I'm gonna play with--

sorry, what's your name again?

Charlotte.

Charlotte here...

and we'll beat you.

Okay.

But, uh, both

of us play you.

Sure. Do you

have a hundred dollars?

B*tch.

Nice talk.

Go ahead and break.

F***!

Do you want to go?

You can.

Nah, go for it.

Uh, take the three.

Which one?

Just hit it right there,

and it'll roll down the side.

Sorry.

Don't f***ing choke.

Just sink

a f***ing ball.

Oh!

F*** you!

F***!

Don't worry.

Just aim for my finger.

Okay.

Just aim for my finger.

You're a f***ing b*tch.

Take it easy, man.

Get the f*** out of here.

You owe me a hundred dollars.

You missed that shot on purpose.

Probably.

You still owe me

a hundred dollars.

Who the f***

do you think you are?

You f***ing b*tch!

Is she here?

No, why?

Because it was

not mailed.

Well, she gave me

that before she left.

Oh. Hang around

if you'd like, kiddo.

Okay.

What time is it?

About 6:
00.

When?

Wednesday afternoon.

What are you looking at?

I'm just checking you out.

I heard you're

not supposed

to let someone

hit in the head

sleep for very long,

but every time I try

to wake you up,

you take a swing at me.

So I thought I'd just...

sit here and watch you.

To see if I'd just

stop breathing?

Don't need any stitches,

but I'd leave

the bandage on.

So what was that

about last night?

I just wanted a game.

You win?

- Yup.

How much?

You didn't win sh*t.

Give me a break.

What's that?

About two thou.

Enough for you

to get out of here and...

catch a little rest.

You're a mess.

I know I'm a mess.

I got coldcocked

by some dipshit frat boy.

I can't hustle a game

to save my life,

I got blood all over my clothes,

and I seem to be

throwing up a lot.

I know I'm a mess, Quinn.

What's that throwing up about?

Nervous, I guess.

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