Casual Conversations in a Café

Bro, I'm telling you, this place is damping out.

I don't know why we fuck with anyplace else.

Yo, I'm here for you, bro.

Right.

Man, show it to me. Let me see.

Shit.

Un cafecito, por favor.

Eh, dos, hombre.

Could I have another ice water, please? Another one.

You don't want a leche caliente or something?

Just water.

I don't like to do this, but my boss told me to ask you to settle

up. He doesn't mind you taking the table, but you know.

I get it.

It's no problem.

Lu, you staring at that window again?

Mm-hmm.

You can look out there all day, girl. Ain't nothing gonna change.

Ugh, sorry about that.

Really?

They're late.

Yeah. Damn.

Oh, you still doing that? Lay one on me.

Clue is planet of love. Ain't this planet, that's for

damn sure.

How about Venus?

Yo.

Camino.

That, that looks right. Nice.

Oh, yeah. I knew a Venus. She was one freaky

ho.

Camino, door.

Where you been at? I've been waiting.

All right, come on.

Finally, about fucking time. Yo, why is everything

running so late?

Shit, you haven't heard?

Counselor Raines got canned.

Oh, shit. So who they got me with now?

Somebody named Gates. I don't know anything about her.

Yo, he didn't get caught for bringing-

Nah, nah, we're good. Word is he got caught counseling with his pants

down in women's pants.

Ugh, dirty fuck.

You cold, bitch.

Sarah, Lara, and Tatiana.

Hold up a minute.

Seriously?

Line up.

They want your ass.

Yeah, okay. Let me see that phone for a minute.

Hold up. What?

How are you?

Keep your fucking trap you fucking security.

Give me that face. This is your rec time, not mine.

B38 en route, heading to the yard. Okay, we're moving.

Marks.

Yo, that's right.

Facts.

What is she trying to say?

Hey.

What?

Yo, get your feet off my shit.

What?

You best start not getting with the show.

Yo.

Yo,

she bring anything in with her?

I know what's up.

Press, Mitch?

Hmm.

A little gram but it didn't pass. You might have stuffed a little up her

coochie

too, 'cause girl was walking funny.

Hey, yo.

Yeah, yeah.

Keep your pants on, bitch.

Okay, got it.

What?

Talk to you later.

All right.

Right then.

Okay. Ha. God.

Booyah.

Who do you think you're gonna find, huh?

I said it was that other bitch, okay?

God damn it.

Let's see you hit yours, okay?

Been on the job 10 years. Real by the book.

That's all I got.

Great.

Camino's.

Yeah?

How many you wanna go for?

What you thinking, bro?

Just tell her what she needs to know. Keep it straight. Don't fuck around.

Yeah.

And, uh, heard they don't got too much of a sense

of humor over there at county,

so-

Don't get cute?

Yep, don't get cute.

Right.

Okay