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orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
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Why take us on a double date then? The more people who see us together the messier it is for those guys.
[Freddy says thoughtfully, freckled fingers rubbing at his chin now. Yeah yeah, Larry, he'll stomp and do other old school ticks for you. For now he just gives a slight nod for complying.]
Plus that'd be a waste of talent like yours. You have to admit.
[Freddy says thoughtfully, freckled fingers rubbing at his chin now. Yeah yeah, Larry, he'll stomp and do other old school ticks for you. For now he just gives a slight nod for complying.]
Plus that'd be a waste of talent like yours. You have to admit.
[Waste of talents he calls it. Larry smiles and squints as he looks off. Them. The money. The situation.]
He either thinks we're queers or you work for me.
[In case that didn't entirely register.]
Both aren't outta the blue but you're right, it's seldom an open thing.
[Here. In this time. Not the City though. It was a pride parade in South Beach looking back.]
I think the worst we can expect out of this, aside from getting into a shoot out is making good friends. Guys like this, they're flashy. They wanna give you things. They wanna trust you and for you to trust them.
He either thinks we're queers or you work for me.
[In case that didn't entirely register.]
Both aren't outta the blue but you're right, it's seldom an open thing.
[Here. In this time. Not the City though. It was a pride parade in South Beach looking back.]
I think the worst we can expect out of this, aside from getting into a shoot out is making good friends. Guys like this, they're flashy. They wanna give you things. They wanna trust you and for you to trust them.
Nothing's wrong with that.
[Freddy gives a most casual matter of fact shrug. They damn better well know he's got the old man's back. The kid might not look like much but that's one of his strengths, taking people down by surprise.]
Do you wanna trust him?
[Practically speaking he knows from a crook's perspective this is a good deal. From a cop's perspective it's a no-go unless he's conducting an investigation via undercover. That's not your life anymore, Newendyke.]
[Freddy gives a most casual matter of fact shrug. They damn better well know he's got the old man's back. The kid might not look like much but that's one of his strengths, taking people down by surprise.]
Do you wanna trust him?
[Practically speaking he knows from a crook's perspective this is a good deal. From a cop's perspective it's a no-go unless he's conducting an investigation via undercover. That's not your life anymore, Newendyke.]
[As his boy on the side or handyman Freddy has an important position. Good. It means he has an excuse to be here. Underestimating the fox faced man would be the worst decision they make.]
I think it'd be smart to.
[That isn't the same as want. Larry combs back his hair and takes a drag from his cigarette.]
Seems pretty nice as far as his type go. I think trusting him a little wouldn't be the worst decision we'd make here. He knows the place better. Fuck, he might set us up with some sort of a living situation.
I think it'd be smart to.
[That isn't the same as want. Larry combs back his hair and takes a drag from his cigarette.]
Seems pretty nice as far as his type go. I think trusting him a little wouldn't be the worst decision we'd make here. He knows the place better. Fuck, he might set us up with some sort of a living situation.
Some sort of situation off the radar.
[Freddy adds with regards to the living situation. It almost pains him to have to say it, as if he's officially and verbally acknowledging letting go of is former life. If only Rey Ray knew he's about to harbor a cop killing fugitive (yay for the crooks) and an actual if former cop.]
[Freddy adds with regards to the living situation. It almost pains him to have to say it, as if he's officially and verbally acknowledging letting go of is former life. If only Rey Ray knew he's about to harbor a cop killing fugitive (yay for the crooks) and an actual if former cop.]
Ideally. To do that we gotta be careful, play it straight. No more than that. We gotta play stupid like we dunno what to do with the kind of offer he can make or sort of snap of his finger decision. That way we won't look like we're out to get anything and end up with something discrete.
[Playing it cool, laying low, being Marlon Brando... this has to be the familiar dance routine that Freddy can pick up. Or at least it sounds like.]
That's if we're reading all these signs right. He could be lonely and wanting a meal. Which wouldn't be a whole loss...
[All this puzzling could hurt a man's head. Larry sucks on his smoke a little bit more.]
But we'll know.
[Playing it cool, laying low, being Marlon Brando... this has to be the familiar dance routine that Freddy can pick up. Or at least it sounds like.]
That's if we're reading all these signs right. He could be lonely and wanting a meal. Which wouldn't be a whole loss...
[All this puzzling could hurt a man's head. Larry sucks on his smoke a little bit more.]
But we'll know.
[Freddy nods in agreement, taking in the sage old advice from a sage old crook. Of course some of it is common sense too as well as a little experience with crooks himself.]
What?
[Lonely. Lonely Ray Rey....Rey Ray. Whichever. Freckled hands go up.]
I'm not gonna date him. [That's a joke, Dimmy.]
What?
[Lonely. Lonely Ray Rey....Rey Ray. Whichever. Freckled hands go up.]
I'm not gonna date him. [That's a joke, Dimmy.]
[Really. Brown eyes just stare even though it is most certainly a joke.]
He's not your type.
[Like that is the only reason why. Larry taps out ash and sits so he doesn't pace.]
He's not your type.
[Like that is the only reason why. Larry taps out ash and sits so he doesn't pace.]
[Shudder for the thought! And yes it is a joke, old man.]
Sure ain't. I don't have a lot of types anyway.
[Yours is one in a million, Dimmy. Does he have to say it?]
Sure ain't. I don't have a lot of types anyway.
[Yours is one in a million, Dimmy. Does he have to say it?]
Maybe so.
[Oh so nonchalant. His too cool act is not flawless. A growing smirk is going to give him away.]
Y'don't seem to like em brown, that's true.
[Larry's about to say he's a criminal for another but.]
Since it's not a date we don't have to spiff up. There's that.
[Oh so nonchalant. His too cool act is not flawless. A growing smirk is going to give him away.]
Y'don't seem to like em brown, that's true.
[Larry's about to say he's a criminal for another but.]
Since it's not a date we don't have to spiff up. There's that.
.....
[Bless your heart, Lawrence Dimick. Freddy likes you so much he's not going to argue that (wrong) assessment.]
I don't have anything fancy.
[Anymore. He nods in agreement.]
[Bless your heart, Lawrence Dimick. Freddy likes you so much he's not going to argue that (wrong) assessment.]
I don't have anything fancy.
[Anymore. He nods in agreement.]
[Not an admission or refusal? Unsatisfying! Smoke rolls out from his nostrils.]
Personality will do. We'll worry about more clothes later.
[This is something of a monumental statement from the well dressed Mr. White.]
Personality will do. We'll worry about more clothes later.
[This is something of a monumental statement from the well dressed Mr. White.]
[The momentous declaration isn't lost on Freddy. In fact he gives a few slow nods of approval. A non-materialistic high rolling Larry? It's only temporary, he's sure, but even a fleeting moment is worth a moment of proud silence.]
Well I don't know about you but I make a pair of jeans and a t-shirt look good.
[Spoilers: Lawrence Dimick in a tight white t-shirt pulled just right over his pecs and his jeans tailored this close to his thighs takes the look to a whole new level.]
Well I don't know about you but I make a pair of jeans and a t-shirt look good.
[Spoilers: Lawrence Dimick in a tight white t-shirt pulled just right over his pecs and his jeans tailored this close to his thighs takes the look to a whole new level.]
Hey. We weren't talking about good or bad. Not in the usual way.
[Clever and down right stupid talk. Is this what they're really going to waste doing? Larry grins. Their lives are the run, on the road.]
A pair of jeans and a t-shirt aren't appropriate attire for an important lunch meeting. I dig my fair share of em otherwise. I also think that a fine tailored suit is the definition of sharp.
[Sort of like a smart young cop in one.]
[Clever and down right stupid talk. Is this what they're really going to waste doing? Larry grins. Their lives are the run, on the road.]
A pair of jeans and a t-shirt aren't appropriate attire for an important lunch meeting. I dig my fair share of em otherwise. I also think that a fine tailored suit is the definition of sharp.
[Sort of like a smart young cop in one.]
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Thought you said we'll worry about more clothes later.
[Freddy reminds him, drawing the slight contradiction just because he can. Not that the kid could ever argue against a sharply dressed old man.]
[Freddy reminds him, drawing the slight contradiction just because he can. Not that the kid could ever argue against a sharply dressed old man.]
I'm thinking about clothes.
[An admission. Fuck, does that make him sound queer? Larry shrugs his shoulders and looks at the other man. His cigarette is nearly gone.]
Worrying about tomorrow and how this goes out, that's the big thing. I hate to eat and run, you know. we might look into staying at least one day more.
[Have they even spoken about when they plan on stopping this whole road warrior kick? Two Guns Dimick has always been in favor of keeping the dust in the air, his track record speaks volumes.]
[An admission. Fuck, does that make him sound queer? Larry shrugs his shoulders and looks at the other man. His cigarette is nearly gone.]
Worrying about tomorrow and how this goes out, that's the big thing. I hate to eat and run, you know. we might look into staying at least one day more.
[Have they even spoken about when they plan on stopping this whole road warrior kick? Two Guns Dimick has always been in favor of keeping the dust in the air, his track record speaks volumes.]
Edited 2014-01-08 22:26 (UTC)
[Larry digs for his copy of the key. Since he's got the bag of food (something for the kid) in one hand, it makes him stop and think before he tries to knock. This is 'home' as much as home can be for now. A townhouse, not stifling but sure not the same amount of roomy. It's pretty new still. He comes in and takes his time, fully expecting to still be alone.
The whistling chorus of a Guns N Roses song comes out of his lips.]
The whistling chorus of a Guns N Roses song comes out of his lips.]
[Who does he think he is? Who does he think he is??
Freddy mulls over these lines in his head as he goes from the bathroom to the bedroom then back to the bathroom then over to the balcony because fuck there's nothing else to do in this dump (it's not really a dump at all). That rat bastard of an old man though.
Down the stairs and to the note left in the kitchen. Freddy can't help but scowl at it when the sound of a door opening gets his attention. Think fast, Newendyke. Look angry or look busy??
He breaks open the fridge to calmly make a sandwich.]
Freddy mulls over these lines in his head as he goes from the bathroom to the bedroom then back to the bathroom then over to the balcony because fuck there's nothing else to do in this dump (it's not really a dump at all). That rat bastard of an old man though.
Down the stairs and to the note left in the kitchen. Freddy can't help but scowl at it when the sound of a door opening gets his attention. Think fast, Newendyke. Look angry or look busy??
He breaks open the fridge to calmly make a sandwich.]
[Movement within, so he is home!]
Hey.
[He says so easily, so simply.]
How'd it go?
[Brown eyes sort of narrow a little as he sees the collection of ingredients round and about.]
Save those. I got you something.
Hey.
[He says so easily, so simply.]
How'd it go?
[Brown eyes sort of narrow a little as he sees the collection of ingredients round and about.]
Save those. I got you something.
How'd what go?
[Freddy asks like it's no thing at all. He keeps on with his ingredients too...if bread, spam, and cheese count as ingredients. Fussing with his sandwich keeps him from scowling at Larry (too soon) anyway.]
Save what?
[Sniff sniff. He can smell it. Food. Food from where? Some place he wasn't invited to, obviously.]
[Freddy asks like it's no thing at all. He keeps on with his ingredients too...if bread, spam, and cheese count as ingredients. Fussing with his sandwich keeps him from scowling at Larry (too soon) anyway.]
Save what?
[Sniff sniff. He can smell it. Food. Food from where? Some place he wasn't invited to, obviously.]
[Hell of a smoke screen. For a moment he thinks it is a joke. The funniness doesn't get as far as a real laugh out of him.]
Your appointment. You know. With a doctor.
[Ring any bells? He doesn't' wait for an answer.]
A hot sandwich. It's got ham, sausage, bacon...
[He trails off as he scoots the bag closer to Freddy.]
Your appointment. You know. With a doctor.
[Ring any bells? He doesn't' wait for an answer.]
A hot sandwich. It's got ham, sausage, bacon...
[He trails off as he scoots the bag closer to Freddy.]
Yeah? [Ah.] Fine. I'm holding up pretty good, kinda surprised him.
[Shrug. Oh what's this, that bag and the old man scooting it are getting closer. Freddy gives the bag a cool look. Real super cool.]
Where'd you get that?
[He stops putting his own sandwich together, just in time to save himself from needlessly slicing into a loaf of spam.]
[Shrug. Oh what's this, that bag and the old man scooting it are getting closer. Freddy gives the bag a cool look. Real super cool.]
Where'd you get that?
[He stops putting his own sandwich together, just in time to save himself from needlessly slicing into a loaf of spam.]
How'd you do that?
[Since he must ask. Suspicion is setting in fast. Something is up with a capital U-P.]
A pretty decent carniceria and deli.
[Another scoot before stopping. If Freddy wants to eat it, he'll have to take it out of the bag himself.]
[Since he must ask. Suspicion is setting in fast. Something is up with a capital U-P.]
A pretty decent carniceria and deli.
[Another scoot before stopping. If Freddy wants to eat it, he'll have to take it out of the bag himself.]
Do what?
[Freddy asks, brow quirked because what kind of question is that? You're a detective, Newendyke, don't let this old crook beat you at your own game. He takes the bag to bring it closer to himself but he doesn't dig in just yet.]
You spend the whole afternoon talking salami shop?
[It begins.]
[Freddy asks, brow quirked because what kind of question is that? You're a detective, Newendyke, don't let this old crook beat you at your own game. He takes the bag to bring it closer to himself but he doesn't dig in just yet.]
You spend the whole afternoon talking salami shop?
[It begins.]
[Patience, patience is key. Wait. Listen. He's going to tell you.]
How'd you surprise him?
[That is it. Oh. Now it starts. Well. Larry takes off his sunglasses from their resting place in his breast pocket.]
No. I did some looking around. I met up with Ray eventually. He invited me along.
How'd you surprise him?
[That is it. Oh. Now it starts. Well. Larry takes off his sunglasses from their resting place in his breast pocket.]
No. I did some looking around. I met up with Ray eventually. He invited me along.
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