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he?
Pigtails glances at me, but keeps flipping channels with her toe.
--Don't know.
--Uh-huh. And where'd he come from?
Pigtails finds something she likes and tries to adjust the volume with the heel of her
foot.
--Came with The Count.
Poncho looks at her.
--The Count's here?
--Yeah.
--Where?
--Here.
I point at the door.
--He's in the hall. On the phone.
The door opens and he comes in. Poncho smiles at him. He smiles back. She walks slowly
past me and plasters her body against his.
--You're cold.
--It's cold out.
--You got something for me?
He kisses her.
--Nice. You got something else?
He holds up the phone.
--Just got the call. It's on its way.
She melts against him. Pigtails springs up and starts jumping on the beanbag and
squealing.
--It's on its way! It's on its way!
A redhead in Sleeping Beauty PJs lifts the bottom of one of the bamboo blinds and ducks
out.
--We scored?
Pigtails jumps higher.
--The Count is here and it's on its way!
Poncho points at me.
--And who's your friend?
The Count wraps an arm around her and leads her toward a couch.
--Baby, don't you know? That's Joe Pitt.
The beanbag explodes and a cloud of Styrofoam BBs covers the room. Pigtails falls on her
ass.
I brush BBs from my shoulder and try to figure what the hell this is all about. These four
living here. Under the same roof. It doesn't make sense. Why? Because the whole place
reeks from the Vyrus. They've all got it, every one of them. Four new fish under one roof.
--You know how it is. It's a small world out there. You hear about people.
--How come I never heard about you?
The Count sits on a tired gold velvet couch, Poncho leaning against him, rolling Drum
cigarettes in her lap.
--Why would you? Me, I'm just a new fish. You, you got a rep.
A rep I've got.
--Say I wanted to know about you. What would be the story?
Poncho places a cigarette between The Count's lips, strikes a wooden kitchen match on one
of the buttons of his fly and lights the smoke.
He takes a drag, pecks her on the cheek, and exhales.
--The story would be pretty boring, man.
--I'm easily amused.
He laughs.
--OK. OK, man. Well. Until recently I was a student at Columbia. That was like a mom and
dad thing, made them happy that I went Ivy League. But my life is down here. Got this
place, got my bars, got my ladies, all of it down here. So by day, I'm Mr. Pre-Med to keep
my moms and dads happy, keep the trust fund flowing and the lifestyle living and all. By
night, I'm doing my thing. I mean, my thing before things changed.
I pull out my Luckys and find the pack empty. The Count pokes Poncho.
--Offer the man a smoke, babe.
She licks the seal on another Drum, walks over to me and puts it in my mouth. I catch her
wrist as she's reaching toward my crotch and take the Ohio Blue Tip from her fingers.
--Thanks, I can light it myself.
She shrugs and settles back in next to The Count. I light up.
--So when did things change?
--A year ago, little less than that.
--How'd it go down?
He took off his coat earlier, but he's still wearing the big Russian hat. He takes it off
now, sets it on Poncho's head and taps it. It falls down to her nose.
--I'm not too clear on the details.
--How's that?
Joe Pitt 2 - No Dominion
He frees the grinning Poncho from the enormous hat.
--Cuz I was mad drunk.
--So tell me what parts you are clear on.
He tosses the hat to the end of the couch.
--Is this what you wanted to ask me about, man? My origin story?
--I just like to know who I'm talking to.
--Not like I know that much about
you.
--Said I have a rep.
--A rep, sure.
--What is it?
--Depends who you talk to. Out on the street, in the bars, they say steer clear. But they
also say if a person's in real trouble, you're someone who can take care of things.
CourseÉ
He chuckles.
--Course, that's not what Tom Nolan says.
I blow smoke.
--What's he got to do with it?
--Tom? He's my
Pigtails glances at me, but keeps flipping channels with her toe.
--Don't know.
--Uh-huh. And where'd he come from?
Pigtails finds something she likes and tries to adjust the volume with the heel of her
foot.
--Came with The Count.
Poncho looks at her.
--The Count's here?
--Yeah.
--Where?
--Here.
I point at the door.
--He's in the hall. On the phone.
The door opens and he comes in. Poncho smiles at him. He smiles back. She walks slowly
past me and plasters her body against his.
--You're cold.
--It's cold out.
--You got something for me?
He kisses her.
--Nice. You got something else?
He holds up the phone.
--Just got the call. It's on its way.
She melts against him. Pigtails springs up and starts jumping on the beanbag and
squealing.
--It's on its way! It's on its way!
A redhead in Sleeping Beauty PJs lifts the bottom of one of the bamboo blinds and ducks
out.
--We scored?
Pigtails jumps higher.
--The Count is here and it's on its way!
Poncho points at me.
--And who's your friend?
The Count wraps an arm around her and leads her toward a couch.
--Baby, don't you know? That's Joe Pitt.
The beanbag explodes and a cloud of Styrofoam BBs covers the room. Pigtails falls on her
ass.
I brush BBs from my shoulder and try to figure what the hell this is all about. These four
living here. Under the same roof. It doesn't make sense. Why? Because the whole place
reeks from the Vyrus. They've all got it, every one of them. Four new fish under one roof.
--You know how it is. It's a small world out there. You hear about people.
--How come I never heard about you?
The Count sits on a tired gold velvet couch, Poncho leaning against him, rolling Drum
cigarettes in her lap.
--Why would you? Me, I'm just a new fish. You, you got a rep.
A rep I've got.
--Say I wanted to know about you. What would be the story?
Poncho places a cigarette between The Count's lips, strikes a wooden kitchen match on one
of the buttons of his fly and lights the smoke.
He takes a drag, pecks her on the cheek, and exhales.
--The story would be pretty boring, man.
--I'm easily amused.
He laughs.
--OK. OK, man. Well. Until recently I was a student at Columbia. That was like a mom and
dad thing, made them happy that I went Ivy League. But my life is down here. Got this
place, got my bars, got my ladies, all of it down here. So by day, I'm Mr. Pre-Med to keep
my moms and dads happy, keep the trust fund flowing and the lifestyle living and all. By
night, I'm doing my thing. I mean, my thing before things changed.
I pull out my Luckys and find the pack empty. The Count pokes Poncho.
--Offer the man a smoke, babe.
She licks the seal on another Drum, walks over to me and puts it in my mouth. I catch her
wrist as she's reaching toward my crotch and take the Ohio Blue Tip from her fingers.
--Thanks, I can light it myself.
She shrugs and settles back in next to The Count. I light up.
--So when did things change?
--A year ago, little less than that.
--How'd it go down?
He took off his coat earlier, but he's still wearing the big Russian hat. He takes it off
now, sets it on Poncho's head and taps it. It falls down to her nose.
--I'm not too clear on the details.
--How's that?
Joe Pitt 2 - No Dominion
He frees the grinning Poncho from the enormous hat.
--Cuz I was mad drunk.
--So tell me what parts you are clear on.
He tosses the hat to the end of the couch.
--Is this what you wanted to ask me about, man? My origin story?
--I just like to know who I'm talking to.
--Not like I know that much about
you.
--Said I have a rep.
--A rep, sure.
--What is it?
--Depends who you talk to. Out on the street, in the bars, they say steer clear. But they
also say if a person's in real trouble, you're someone who can take care of things.
CourseÉ
He chuckles.
--Course, that's not what Tom Nolan says.
I blow smoke.
--What's he got to do with it?
--Tom? He's my
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