shiney shiney

Rolo says this is 2/9 of 'the blinking lights'. Here are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
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Noseful Reggie was reading a paper when we walked up. The cool thing about Reg,
and how he got his name, was that he always wore a bright red clown's nose. That
was all he wore, too. They had tried to force him to put some pants on once (I
believe Bluejay was involved), but Reg had sold them by the afternoon at
Arlene's place.

"Got some gasses" said Rolo, handing the bottle to him. Reg took it and peered
inside. He peeled the Jolt label off to get a better look, and said "How many
are there in here?"

"Three or four," said Rolo. "Will you take it off us?"

"Of course, of course," said Reg, setting the bottle down. He did a quick
shifting of hands and some quarters appeared in his palms. This was how he
always paid you. With a little magic trick. Since Noseful Reggie never wore any
clothes (well, besides his red nose), you never knew where he kept his money.
And you didn't ask. Rolo opened a sterile ziploc bag, and Reg dropped the
quarters in.

"Got an elderly chap who will take this off me tomorrow," said Reggie,
indicating the bottle with his foot. "Prolly get a good price. Businessman
type." We knew he was lying. Noseful Reggie was kind of like the 'bank' of the
streets. People came over to give him things for safekeeping, and he would give
them some money. You couldn't count all the old shoeboxes, soda cans and even
some fine china that he had in his horde.

Rolo nodded at Reg and then turned to me. "Come on, Fool. Let's go to the gas
station."

I waved goodbye to Reg. It was a rather crisp night, and we counted our breaths
in the air as we walked down the street. Rolo held the bag of quarters close to
him, stroking them from time to time to keep them safe from the cold.