TLV: IC Inbox

[omar]

IC Inbox
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[rickitikitarr]

...I could actually use that.

[thefuckdidido]

Your old boss come around again?

[rickitikitarr]

No, just on principle. They don't let us have them. I want to see if it'll stay behind when you head home.

[thefuckdidido]

Imagine that -- they don't let the prison inmates have their own guns. What is this place coming to?

[rickitikitarr]

Tell you what. We'll make a bet. You come over here, I'll tell you a story, and if you're convinced by the end of it, you let me borrow your gun.

[thefuckdidido]

Borrow -- if your theory is right, you get to keep it and I maybe get reamed out by my XO for the hundredth time this month.

[rickitikitarr]

Aren't you a gambling man?

[thefuckdidido]

Gambling is illegal in the state of Maryland, my gun-smuggling friend.

You notice how you're trying to smuggle a gun right now, by the way?

[rickitikitarr]

If I was trying to smuggle it, it'd already be gone. Notice how you're still wearing it? That's how you know I haven't made my move.

[thefuckdidido]

That ain't smuggling, Ricki -- that's just theft.

[rickitikitarr]

Well, when you actually get into the professional nitty gritty of it, the lines blur a lot more than you'd think. Come over here, I'll tell you the whole story.

[thefuckdidido]

Okay, but I want it on the fucking record that I'm agreeing to absolutely nothing.

[He'll probably wind up giving him the gun anyway -- if he's convinced, that is. But on the record...]

[rickitikitarr]

Let the record so note.

See you in the hall.

[thefuckdidido]

[As long as the walk is, it takes McNulty a while to get to Ricki.

Or he opens Omar's front door. Either way.]

[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki flags him down, with a whistle and a wave. He has a sort of easy energy to him, it's easy to see his potential to be engaging, vivid.]

I keep wanting to call you constable.

[thefuckdidido]

((And now here!))