Queen of the 40 Thieves, chapter 6
"All right, I like your attitude," he said as he put his gun away. "You're a rebel."
He put out a joint and, as he lighted it up, he asked me if I wanted one.
"No thanks."
"Oh, don't tell me that with that attitude you're anti-drugs, anti-booze, anti-sex and anti everything else that's just as good."
"Nope, I'm not anti all that stuff, I just do/use that stuff for 'special occasions', you know?"
"Oh yeah...don't you think that could have join to celebrate the fact that you're still alive even though a gun was pointed to your head just a minute ago?" he said looking at me as if I was crazy.
I shook my head, "I knew you wouldn't do it, so I have nothing to celebrate." He gave me another "you're crazy" kind of look. "Do you have a cigarette though?"
"No, but wait. Tunny!" he yelled that name.
Soon one of the other guys, Tunny, came back to the alleyway.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
"Sure."
"Call the guys, tell them to come back."
"Mmmhh."
I took a lighter out of one of my pockets. "You don't have cigarettes but you do have a lighter," he commented with an ironic tone on his voice, I simply shrugged my shoulders and lighted up my cigarette as the rest of the guys were going back to the alleyway. They all looked at me.
(While shacking hands with them)
"Nice too meet you..."
"Steve."
"Tunny."
"Alex."
"And I already know your name, David," I said while shacking hands with David.
"And you are...?" I said while shacking hands with the 'angel face' guy.
"My name is Jimmy."
"And he's a son of a gun," said Tunny with a laugh.
He looked at Tunny for a second and then said to him: "Yeah bitch, I'm a son of a gun, so shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy."
I laughed at that as he directed his eyed to me again and said
"And your name is?"
"I don't have a name."
"Yeah sure, you don't have a name...So what's your name?"
"I don't have a name."
"Once again, what the hell's your name?"
"Seriously, once again, I don't have a fucking name! So call me however you want."
"Okay bitch!"
"Well, don't take too seriously the 'however you want' thing. Don't you dare to call me bitch again. Other than that you can call me however you want if I don't find it offensive."
"Yeah sure."
He put out a joint and, as he lighted it up, he asked me if I wanted one.
"No thanks."
"Oh, don't tell me that with that attitude you're anti-drugs, anti-booze, anti-sex and anti everything else that's just as good."
"Nope, I'm not anti all that stuff, I just do/use that stuff for 'special occasions', you know?"
"Oh yeah...don't you think that could have join to celebrate the fact that you're still alive even though a gun was pointed to your head just a minute ago?" he said looking at me as if I was crazy.
I shook my head, "I knew you wouldn't do it, so I have nothing to celebrate." He gave me another "you're crazy" kind of look. "Do you have a cigarette though?"
"No, but wait. Tunny!" he yelled that name.
Soon one of the other guys, Tunny, came back to the alleyway.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
"Sure."
"Call the guys, tell them to come back."
"Mmmhh."
I took a lighter out of one of my pockets. "You don't have cigarettes but you do have a lighter," he commented with an ironic tone on his voice, I simply shrugged my shoulders and lighted up my cigarette as the rest of the guys were going back to the alleyway. They all looked at me.
(While shacking hands with them)
"Nice too meet you..."
"Steve."
"Tunny."
"Alex."
"And I already know your name, David," I said while shacking hands with David.
"And you are...?" I said while shacking hands with the 'angel face' guy.
"My name is Jimmy."
"And he's a son of a gun," said Tunny with a laugh.
He looked at Tunny for a second and then said to him: "Yeah bitch, I'm a son of a gun, so shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy."
I laughed at that as he directed his eyed to me again and said
"And your name is?"
"I don't have a name."
"Yeah sure, you don't have a name...So what's your name?"
"I don't have a name."
"Once again, what the hell's your name?"
"Seriously, once again, I don't have a fucking name! So call me however you want."
"Okay bitch!"
"Well, don't take too seriously the 'however you want' thing. Don't you dare to call me bitch again. Other than that you can call me however you want if I don't find it offensive."
"Yeah sure."
