"You look like you had to dive under a moving tractor to get this shit, so yeah I think there might be. Why so cheap?"

White's scowl takes the room temperature up a degree. He jabs an arm out at Orange, who is dripping all over the persian carpet. "Dealing with nutcases like this on an everyday basis turned my stomach against the trade, that's why. I'm on this job because I want out of this shit-hole country with its shit-heel tweakers." He directed his point at Longbeach, and held the man's stare for a long moment, threatening.

"O... kay." Eddie sits to sort the case out properly, reaching under his desk for a neat stack of hundred dollar bills. "I think we all need to break into this sweet cache sooner rather than later. Bring the chill back to Cali. White, you want to count your money?"

White takes the cash, distracted still with trying to stare Longbeach into a cold sweat. "No need. I trust you."

"Good. Orange, you wanna tell Blondie and the others --"

"I'm not your fucking errand boy."

Eddie throws his hands up. "Fine. I'm going to the parlor then, if you ladies want to get off your periods and join us." He closes the briefcase with a snap. Pauses at the door, Longbeach pressing through to escape White. "Towels in the groundfloor bathroom, tumble dryer in that closet near the kitchen. Orange, you know the one. Papa sees you tracking half the ocean all over the hardwood floors, he'll give you a reason to act like a little bitch."

Orange stands straight like he's going to go for Eddie.

Eddie tilts his chin, raises his eyebrows.

Orange sneers, "Lead the way."