09 The marshmallows

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TW: Gun violence and mentions of drugging

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TW: Gun violence and mentions of drugging.

[Runaway - Kanye West]
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"Stu, it's not the end of the world." Phil tries to comfort him as we walk out the back of the strip club, into an alleyway.

"I'm sorry, but I am so confused." Alan still shakes his head.

"I made love to a man with boobies."

I sigh. "Listen, I promise you no one's ever gonna find out about this." He looks at me with his eyes wide, probably not having expected me to side with Phil. "We all take this to the grave. Not only is it adultery, but it's embarrassing. For all of us."

"But we just found out about it," Stu screams.

"And then we forget. That's what we do." Phil groans. "I've done so much fucked up shit, and I just forget about it."

"You have?"

"Yeah, he has." I nod. "We all have. I've done some things that none of you will ever know of. You just forget. It goes away. That might be harder to go away, but in time it'll happen.

"That's what I'm gonna do." Stu nods. "I'm just gonna forget about it."

"Never happened."

"Right." A phone starts to ring and Phil panics. "Phone. Phone. Who is it? Answer."

"Lauren's dad." Stu holds his phone. "It just reminded me."

"Answer it." I jump to his side.

"I can't." He shakes his head.

"He might know something about Teddy." Phil grabs him by his shoulders, shaking him. "We still have a shot. Get your head back into the fucking game."

"Hello?" Stu answers. "Yeah, ha, ha. I guess it was kind of stupid." He listens to the other side of the phone, nervously biting his fingernails. "Uh, Teddy's seasick, actually. Well, that's weird,
because he's puking everywhere." He sighs. "Yeah, I knew that already."

Having had enough, Phil grabs the phone from him. "Hey, it's Phil Winnick. Listen, I apologize. We've been reeling in some crazy marlin, and I just want..."

A motorbike drives into the alleyway, and two guys in leather jackets ride it. One has his hands on the steering sticks and the other aims a gun at us. I've never been held at gunpoint before so I have no idea what to do when he looks over at me, his gun following.

"Phil!" I call out, my voice weak.

"Phil!" Stu gets his attention, his voice was louder and more confident than mine.

Phil angrily turns around, but tenses when he sees the situation. "Jesus."

"Give us back our monkey." The man with the gun steps off the bike.

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