!EJMFQtlMjQ 10/10/11(Mon)21:08 No.16585403|
"You're in luck, pal. Half a bottle left, and it's all yours."
"Maybe this isn't such a bad plan," Louie laughs, tossing back another glass. A few more, and he's looking a little fish-eyed.
"OK, let's get you outside," I tell him. "You can finish the bottle out there, where people can see you."
"-hic- All right, pal. Huey," he laughs. "S'what I'm gonna tell the cops. Huey, Louie and Dewey."
Larry takes over once we get to the door, and leads him to the elevator. A minute later I see them walk out the front of my building, and Larry heads for a pay phone up the block while my dupe upends his bottle and finishes it.
As I peer out the window, I see a squad car pull up to the curb with its lights on, and I watch the surreal scene of myself being arrested on the street below. "Well, that's that," I tell Dewie. "Once Larry gets back we'll head out. You're gonna need a mask," I say as I fix my old domino mask to my face. "I think I have a skimask around someplace, but it might be a little moth-eaten-"
"No thanks, I've got my own," Dewie says as he pulls an identical domino mask out of his own pocket.
"Ready to go?" Larry asks, grinning, when he walks back into the place and jingles his car keys.
"Let's do it," I tell them, handing Larry the other pistol. "No offense, Dewie," I tell my dupe, "But I need to know I can trust you first. You understand, right?"
"I'd do the same thing if I were you," he tells me.
Fifteen minutes later Larry's red sedan is idling around the corner of the Discount Liquors as my dupe and I get ready.