[Of course it's not locked but make no mistake Freddy Newendyke is counting down the time. It's like second nature to him, you have to do that when you're a cop or trying to execute the proper chain of moves at just the right moment to beat a videogame. In that time the kid's taken to turning on the TV and...putting his drink down...and pacing left...then right. Then he considers flopping down on the bed...]
[What takes the longest is lighting up another smoke. The money has been going to gas, Larry's own smokes, food and medical bills. If he keeps this up, gas will be second in price. The outdoor hallway gives a view of the desert. The setting sun. A whole world out there he's got to remind himself of. The real world.
He turns his back to step into their hotel room. The door is unlocked. Behold! He's alone. Hair still sort of combed. Is there a way for a person to not look worked over? Larry doesn't bother trying to clean up any nicer. Why? Because that's a guilty man's behavior.]
Some shit, huh?
[As though it is something they both can agree on. He takes in the scene. TV on, Freddy almost in midstep.]
Freddy flops onto the bed oh so supercool and ow no that made his side ache. Nothing horrible but ow. Ahem. The kid adjusts to sit up. His eyes stay glued to the TV.]
[Being naturalistic as hell is Freddy's super power, it's true. Larry smells the bullshit. He still has a third degree burn from laser vision.]
Getting propositioned right there.
[To recap what just happened. Larry sits on the other bed, facing the reclining man trying to gauge. Two beds. One room. No homo. That's the idea anyway.]
[Freddy says in a most matter of fact nonchalant tone like it doesn't matter he's just sharing his observation totally nothing doing. (It's anything but right now).]
[Nonchalant? What's that? That might even be a little loud. He's not sure what burns more, the fact that Freddy sniffs out his needs and doesn't get them or accusing him of having no respect.]
She got feely. I woulda caught on sooner just not today.
Give me a break her M.O. was clear as fuckin' day from the start. You should've known that, you moved us in here.
[This is only night number two.]
You don't have to get defensive. [This, coming from Freddy Newendyke.] I know what you're into. [The one half Freddy can't quite give, and even less in his current state.]
[Man, that accusing tone is contagious or something. Larry just stares at him. Waiting to hear. What will it be? Looking and thinking about a lady or killing cops and running away.]
[Why this is important to Freddy at all is something only the City could have provided by giving Lawrence Dimick the powers of a mind reader. But he didn't do it, he didn't go off to rub one out with a chica, so that should be important too right?]
[Huff and snort! Freddy folds his arms loosely across his chest and turns to watch the TV again. In any other circumstance he'd readily encourage him to get as far as he could with her before having to dine on the kid's dick. Even that scenario can't save this one, because they're not in those comfortable circumstances anymore.]
How the fuck do you expect me not to throw a fucking bitch fit over that?
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He turns his back to step into their hotel room. The door is unlocked. Behold! He's alone. Hair still sort of combed. Is there a way for a person to not look worked over? Larry doesn't bother trying to clean up any nicer. Why? Because that's a guilty man's behavior.]
Some shit, huh?
[As though it is something they both can agree on. He takes in the scene. TV on, Freddy almost in midstep.]
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Freddy flops onto the bed oh so supercool and ow no that made his side ache. Nothing horrible but ow. Ahem. The kid adjusts to sit up. His eyes stay glued to the TV.]
What is?
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Getting propositioned right there.
[To recap what just happened. Larry sits on the other bed, facing the reclining man trying to gauge. Two beds. One room. No homo. That's the idea anyway.]
Y'saw.
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I saw. [Freddy confirms with a casual one-shoulder shrug.] She didn't work hard.
[Tread carefully, Dimmy, there's an implication here.]
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A no is a no.
[Which he said, not once but twice. A stink eye helped make her shove off. True. And maybe she caught a whiff of something less desirable on papi.]
Guess she figured someone'd be more readily accepting of her offer. Not me. You saw.
[He says again. A bear can step softly. But what's soft to a bear might not be two a swift, surefooted fox.]
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[Freddy says in a most matter of fact nonchalant tone like it doesn't matter he's just sharing his observation totally nothing doing. (It's anything but right now).]
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[Nonchalant? What's that? That might even be a little loud. He's not sure what burns more, the fact that Freddy sniffs out his needs and doesn't get them or accusing him of having no respect.]
She got feely. I woulda caught on sooner just not today.
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[This is only night number two.]
You don't have to get defensive. [This, coming from Freddy Newendyke.] I know what you're into. [The one half Freddy can't quite give, and even less in his current state.]
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[Multiple insult. Move in here? Freddy, he has better taste even in dumps! Larry was going to take off his shoes, now he's not so sure.]
We're not movin' in here for one. And for another, maybe if you weren't accusing me then I wouldn't be defensive. I told her no. That's it.
[Huff! But he's not done just yet.]
You think I'm gonna go for pussy just because all of a sudden?
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You wanted to take what she was offering. You didn't, I got that, but you wanted it.
[It wouldn't be the first time Dimmy salivated over a pair of tits. What's so wrong about it now, Newendyke??]
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[Usually he's trying to keep it more cool, talk more softly. Larry's on his feet in response.]
I came here knowing that I'm not fucking any one of these girls. Call it a fucking moment of weakness, okay? I got em. That a crime?
[What a terrible and ironic use of the word, Dimmy.]
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[Oh no hands are flapping. This is starting to get out of hand.]
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[Man, that accusing tone is contagious or something. Larry just stares at him. Waiting to hear. What will it be? Looking and thinking about a lady or killing cops and running away.]
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[Snort. He's got you there, Newendyke.]
...No I'm not...!
[Classy, real classy.]
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Then what? What, kid. Because something's not jiving.
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Just forget about it.
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[Those four words are right under his skin like a sliver and festering right with I can't talk about it now.]
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[Freddy narrows his eyes. How else does one perfect the art of denial without readily recognizing it in others too.]
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[No matter how much he'd like to. And without the influence of the City he may never be privy to that sort of invasion or possibility.]
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[Why this is important to Freddy at all is something only the City could have provided by giving Lawrence Dimick the powers of a mind reader. But he didn't do it, he didn't go off to rub one out with a chica, so that should be important too right?]
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[He's not sure why he's fighting right back. It's bullshit. Real bullshit.]
I got more brains than that. I got more respect than that. Shit, kid. What the hell do you think this is?
[Now his mind is going. Would this have been an issue in the City? It had hookers too. Larry shakes his head.]
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[Bark bark bark yap yip bark snap. That's what this is. Complete with flapping hands.]
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[Frustration coming out on his end too. Sexual, emotional, physical sorta feels nice to be yelling like a maniac.]
I didn't say nothing on purpose! Y'need fucking time.
[To heal and to begin with anything close to what they had back there...at least that was the message the old man got.]
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How the fuck do you expect me not to throw a fucking bitch fit over that?
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