So this is how the story proceeded …
REWIND . Earlier on , in the tote .
CHRIS : Tell me , what are the odds on the favourite in the 5th race ?
JOEY : My back feels warm .
CHRIS : I asked you a question . What's wrong with you ?
JOEY : Eh ? (turns around , sort of confused) Are you – ahem – talking to me by any chance ? (pulling his face)
CHRIS : (Simply glares at him . Irritated )
JOEY : (Simply glares right back . Obviously enjoying himself . Immensely )
Chris ignores him . Takes his next bet . The race begins . As the race nears the end , Chris starts screaming . Cheering his horse on . His horse goes blazing through the finishing line . Chris is ecstatic . Jumping up and down . Fists in the air .
JOEY : (sulking) See how you are ? Why you never told me ? You had a tip but you never told me .
CHRIS : You ignored me . Or have you forgotten ? When I asked you about the odds on the horse in the 5th race ? Remember ?
No Response .
A while later ………
JOEY : Mmmmmm . Backing winners (loudly) . A man is sitting here for so long . Dehydrated (volume of voice rising) . Can't even buy a man a cold drink and a packet of nuts (stroking his throat suggestively) .
Two guys at the next table turn to look . Amusement written all over their faces .
CHRIS : Oh , now I must buy you things ? What happened to all your smart-mouthed talks ? "When days are dark , friends are few ?" And what about you "smelling knives"? "Feeling a warmth in your back"? Smelling "backstabbers"?
JOEY : You know I'm bi-polar ….. (feeling sorry for himself)
Chris shakes his head . Thinking , what am I doing with a delinquent for a friend ?
CHECK OUT THE FINAL PART TOMORROW .