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III.

"Guys, you wouldn't fuckin' believe this!" Q scurried up to his three friends who were near an arcade machine. Murr and Sal were leaning on the side of the machine as Joe played harshly to play whatever game it was.

"Guys?"

"The girls turned us down, buddy. Wouldn't have interested ya." Joe spoke up, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth. He kicked the machine a few times and growled as it was obvious he failed at whatever task the game set for him. Joe turned, "But what was it ya wanted to say?"

Q pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket, handing it to Joe. His expression instantly changing to confusion.

"Is this-?"

"Yep, digits."

Sal leaned against Joe's shoulder, "But every single one of those chicks were bitches."

"You missed one." Q said with a smug look on his face.

"You got lucky, big guy." Joe spat, handing the paper back. Before Q could take it, Joe pulled it back to him.

"Hmm, I should call her up myself... Maybe I can hook up-"

"Dont you fuckin' dare."

Joe was hesitant but started to chuckle, finally handing it over.

"Nah, this is a once in a lifetime thing for ya." He shrugged.

Q slid his thumb against the paper and smiled.