The first thing this morning I took a look at my console, all felt looked and smelled like money, so I decided to take a stroll and invite Dillinger for a coffee, we have something to work on and he has a thing or tow to explain.
He finally came in time, obviously, he needs something because otherwise I would be stuck waiting for him forever.
Second, he remembered to bring the blueprints without me begging and screaming for it.
Miracles happen.
Third, he decided to be a human being for a change.
He took a big breakfast with himself, I skipped that part because I am on diet from birth.
I ordered coffee with the drop of milk, and he took one with literary everything there is.
Of course, I am paying.
Leech...
Before he dived into the devoid of numbers and presumptions, I asked him about Helga.
What about her? - he smirked at me ...
Well, if you were like dating, what actually happened there? - I asked.
I mean, what a hell, who told you that nonsense?- he looked at me with a conspicuous grim.
Apparently, they were not dating at all, she was just interested and he was not. The thing dropped to abyss after he found out she has a short temper and lower IQ than expected genius level...
So, what did you find on her that was so damn repulsive...- I asked
Nothing - he said- she is essentially like you, a hasty feisty chicken brain, but with no brain, no nasty streak and no evil inclines...
Remind me not to buy you any coffee in future.
Eh... - I was looking at him, expecting more of the nice stuff coming in.
He lifted his eyebrow seeing my confusion - No fun... She has a level of excitement of a tepid bowl of rice...
And how did you get yourself into that mess - I asked
Aw, I said something about her ex being an ass- he continued - She kind of bought it.
I was like, what ex, what ass, who are you talking about? I don't know Helga had anybody before Bob.
I just heard recently that Dillinger suddenly became a Bambi slayer and my relatives were mentioned...
Your relatives were mentioned - he grinned again - Well... that's something new.
Being this mutually uninformed can be lethal at times.
That's because you live under your rock all the time - he said and that was correct. I had no knowledge of any recent gossips.
What recent gossips? - he shrieked at me - It was ages ago. Damn, you're slow.
Hey! Don't be such a bastard - I finally put the dot on this raw of insults.
Who are you talking to - some random guy from adjacent pigeonhole hissed at us - It's morning, quiet down. - guy continued rattling leaned over his newspapers and coffee.
What ex? - I leaned towards Dillinger - I had no idea she had anyone prior Bob, and I could swear you two were cooking something.
In your dreams- Dillinger grinned at me - It was only a fun, I never took her for serious.
You are a damn psycho, do you know that.- I answered - So, who is the guy?
Do you know that Sammie guy who looks just a little bit off, I guess she is into that, and he always looks edgy as shit and stuff, you know, like if a car splashed him from a gutter? - he asked me
You finally saw yourself in a mirror? - I started to laugh - HAHAHAHAHA! - Yes, Dillinger looks a little bit off, but not in that way.
You don't know him - he said grabbing the enormous cup of coffee- Well, I will show you that dude today afternoon, but there is nothing much to see if you know what I mean...
Nope, have no idea what you mean at all - I said - what he looks like, what is he like?
Well, he looks like somebody... who... may read your poetry... whileeee... throwing the Molotovs through the window. Of a speeding train...
Aha-ha-ha, so much joy, very fun, such smart - I said - barf-barf - I tried emulating dog(e) barking but with little success.
You should try with 'meow', it suits you better... he said
So what happened to those two - I asked - Sammie?
How the hell should I know, I was not there - Dillinger said to me looking me surprised - Can I order one more of these - he lifted empty super-jug at me- we have a long raw to fight here...
Yeah, why not. After all, my salary has a Dillinger's name on it.