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It had been one hell of a car trip for Ned Kaye and his partner Big D. In the span of but a few minutes he had gone from lamenting their loss on Saturday to absentmindedly stranding them to being held at gunpoint by a man with quite possibly the lamest pimp name he'd ever heard: Baby Dick. Truly, this was shaping up to be a memorable turn of events, to say the least.

Baby had ordered them to step out of Ned's car, keeping a close eye on the two, the barrel of his pistol alternating between Ned's back and his partner's. The Notorious One's mind raced for some sort of connection. Something familiar that would help them get out of this with their lives. Unfortunately, as they were led further into an alley, this possibility seemed to be fading by the second.

"Now y'all two oughta be emptyin' out them pockets or we bout to see some blood spill."

Big D nudges Ned, whispering, "I bet ya that's not the only thing he spills..."

Ned hushes Daniel, trying to look through the bits of information clear to him, visualizing a near endless stream of thought and memory. After a hasty review of an emerging recollection, Ned puts what little of a plan he has into motion.

"So, uh, you said your name was Baby Dick..?"

"You're damn right it is, son."

"I feel like I've heard about you before."

"You fuck a lotta bitches?"

"Can't say I have, but I heard quite a bit... You wouldn't happen to be Baby Richardson, would ya? Louie's brother? From Brooklyn?"

Baby's voice gets audibly defensive as he walks around Ned to face him.

"...How in the fuck you know that name?"

Keeping his nerves calmed, making slight motions to D to remain cool, Kaye responds.

"Louie's a friend. He actually goes to the gym I own. Sometimes I swing by his place to drop off some cookies for his folks."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

Placing the tip of the pistol firmly against the soft part of Ned's neck, Baby stares into Ned's eyes with an intimidating smile.

"Then why didn't you say so sooner?!"

Baby Dick begins to laugh, lowering his weapon and grabbing one of Kaye's shoulders. Ned shares in the moment with some light, uneasy chuckles of his own, but it seems like he managed to get them out of this one.

"A friend of Louie's is a friend o' mine, y'know? Y'all can go along now, ain't no problem here!"

"Ain't that something to hear?"

Big D chortles along with the prostitute that had helped start this whole ordeal. With a rambunctious energy, Daniel exclaims, "Of course he backed off! Guys named Baby Dick don't shoot people!"

After a few more uncomfortable moments of D's exuberant joy, he slows down his laughs, seeing the grim expressions of those in the alley with him.

"Was it something I said?"

Baby lifts his gun towards D, a callous expression on his face.

"Second thought, how bout we keep Mr. Big Mouth over here and show him just how many times I can shoot?"

"That's what she said."

Baby cocks his pistol, clearly ready to start firing on Big D. Ned instinctively steps between them, hands raised.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey, we don't have to get violent or anything! We can talk. Nobody needs to get hurt."

"Move out the way, kid. I don't wanna be cleaning up my brother's friend's brains from my shoes."

Thinking quickly, Ned offers a compromise.

"Then let's gamble for it. One game of dice. I win, you let me and my partner get outta here. I lose, I give you the car and you get to do what you please to D here."

"Wait, WHAT?!"

Ned shoots Daniel a glare, clearly shaking somewhat from the pressure. Baby sighs, shaking his head.

"If I want your car, I'll just grab the keys off your cold, dead ass."

"But then you got a murder and a stolen car on your hands. Is that worth skipping one high stakes game of dice?"

Baby thinks over Ned's statements before relenting, pulling a pair of dice from a coat pocket.

"Alright, kid. If you're that sure about your odds, go for it. One round till one of us busts?"

Kaye nods, motioning for Baby to start first. With a quick flick of his wrist, Baby Dick tosses the dice onto the alley's ground, revealing a total roll of 8. Smirking widely, he watches as Ned picks up the dice, his brain racked with probability.

"I hope you like your odds."

"Me too."

With a final breath, Ned tosses the dice straight into Baby's eyes, wrestling the gun out of his now blinded opponent's hands!

"Get to the goddamn car, D!"

"You don't have to tell me twice!"

Rushing back to Ned's car, D slides across the hood and makes his way into shotgun while Ned carefully opens his door, making sure to shut it firmly, but softly.

"Could you be just a LITTLE faster, buddy?"

"Look, when you pay for the car, you can slam the damn doors all you want!"

Pressing hard on the gas, Ned drives back onto the main road, finally finding his place again. Following some time to allow the adrenaline to stop flowing, D grins, patting Ned's side.

"Shit, that was pretty crafty! I didn't think you had it in you, Ned!"

Kaye shakes his head, smiling.

"Hey, when you grow up getting pushed around by thugs on your block, you find ways to get out unharmed."

"Hey, come Thursday, we've got a couple of THUGS to return the favor to!"

The car slows down at a red light, Ned making sure to ease into the brakes, though he's still shaking somewhat ftom the experience.

"Hey, D?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time, you drive."

"You can't run from yourself."