Happy Halloween.

"Do you know who I am?" He pulls his glasses off and narrows his eyes at me.

I sigh. "Yeah."

"I'm Moe Greene, fuckface."

"I know who you are, Moe."

"You know Las Vegas? That city with all the lights, the gambling and the girls?'

"Yup."

"I made that city."

"I know."

"So, then what makes you think you can fucking ask me for a blow job?"

"'Cause if I don't get one… bada-bing, I'll blow your brains out all over your nice Ivy League suit."

He looks confused as slides his glasses back on. "I didn't go to college."

Don't ask. I won't even be able to explain it. I can't even believe you've read this far…

Thanks to ellecc for… being as weird as me.