Chino and Dobbs were shooting pool. Grillby"s was nearly empty, B.B. King playing on the jukebox.
“This is what you get,” said Dobbs.
Chino, stick in hand, about to shoot, looked up. “For what?”
“For fallin" in love with your mark, dumbass.”
Chino did a half-shrug and leaned in, taking the shot. He tried to hit the three in the corner but missed.
“Riddle me this, Batman,” said Dobbs. “How does a motherfucker fall in love with somebody he barely knows?” He was frowning, visibly irritated.
“I know her. We slept together.”
“Dammit, Chino. I"ve slept with hundreds of bitches.”
“Hundreds?”
“Ain"t you?”
“Ain"t you?”“Not even close.”
Dobbs raised his finger to make a point. “We"re gonna get back to this, rest assured. But my point was that I"ve had s*x with hundreds of women, and I ain
