Mean Gene

Don’t be such a prick Tink.  C’mon.  What?  You had no problem giving my whore ex a couple hundred.  She made good on that loan and quick, am I right?

 

Then let me work it off.  I don’t know.  I’ll move kegs and mop the kitchen.  Whatever the fuck.  You don’t have to tell them Tink. 

 

How could they take your liquor license?  That’s bullshit Tink.  You know Finn could fix that in ten seconds.  Sure I’m still tight with him.  Welcome to the real world little brother.  You know that’s how things get done. 

 

Since when did you get so goddamn honest?  A real businessman.  Sorry mister goddamn Eagle Scout.  I’m asking for a favor Tinker.  You got no idea what a shithole this place is.  So now you’re a priest or something?  Listen up pal, your ass isn’t exactly pure as Ivory soap.  Right?

 

I could have named names easy Tinker.  I could have had your fucking two-bit bar nailed up in a second.  All those regulars.  All that fucking business on the weekend?  Yeah, they came for the fucking draft specials and chicken wings.  Dream on you ungrateful prick.

 

Yeah, well fuck you too buddy boy.  No, really.  Shove it right up your ass.  Thicker than water. Go fuck yourself.

 

(lights dim)