[That big nose takes a sniff, inhaling the aroma on Larry's thick fingers. Smells good. Then when that paw's outstretched Freddy puts his hand in it to get back up on his feet. Sip of the drink. It's fruity sissy shit but damn does it taste so good.]
I am totally up for that. I'm hungry.
[And for all the super cool dude he exudes the kid really could do with not roughing it on a shitty motel mattress or the backseat of the car for a night. Another compliment:]
[Ordering fruity sissy shit is part of the ploy. Gets everyone else at the table comfortable, thinking that he's gonna topple like a domino. The touch of his hand comes so easy, Larry gets him right on up to his feet.]
Just wait and see how good, okay?
[Because he hasn't taken out each and every bill from his pockets, or shown him the two rings he's got shoved into his pockets with those bills.]
But thanks.
[For cooperating, for being a partner and not a cop. Heading toward the exit Larry still keeps his eyes sharp.]
[Freddy says around a mouth full of fish and lobster and some other stuff that's so delicious he could cry. They haven't had real food in so long anything is good right now so actual culinary delights are a miracle. Not that Freddy Newendyke is much to measure against. Also they're apparently in a hot tub so he must be eating the leftovers they had to take back to their nice hotel room with a real shower and a real bed.]
You hit the jackpot, man.
[He says to Larry in a voice full of pleasure and satisfaction.]
[Fuck yeah, leftovers! The portions were tremendous. They had to take some along. Larry scarfed it all and is very content being out of clothes that would constrict his stomach. He did buy beer. There's enough to share.]
Failure wasn't an option, buddy boy.
[Especially when the option was dollar burgers and another night in the back seat.]
I don't think we're failures in that sense though. By all rights we're just trying to do what we can to get to a comfortable place.
[Preaching to the fox faced crowd.]
And if you get sleepy, well I'll watch you too.
[Couldn't he crap too? Larry smiles at the scene. They're not in the City, they shouldn't be ever again...but this fees the most like the City. This moment right now.]
I'm not gonna fall asleep in the tub. Who knows what you'll do with all that money without me to keep an eye on you.
[Role reversal right there. Where Mr. White was Mr. Orange's protector down to bleeding all over the warehouse floor, Freddy Newendyke fancies himself Lawrence Dimick's protector, sometimes from his own bad habits. That's not really the case here though, Freddy's just shooting the breeze, indulging in their new (but finite) fortune.]
[Freddy asks, sounding stupid sure, but how else can Larry legitimately purchase a set of reliable wheels without somehow trading favors or cocaina for it?? Legal sales of first world machines isn't exactly a priority in a developing world like Mexico. In his corn fed opinion.]
[Is that even a real question? Larry gives it a few seconds. Oh. Real question. He rubs his nose and leans for one more sip of beer before really lounging in the warm water.]
They import lots of stuff, kid. Export too. You'll see with your own eyes. Plenty of cars make there way down here. Sometimes all together. Sometimes piece by piece. Just because we're out of the US of A don't mean there aren't any car lovers our way.
[That person is no stranger he slowly moves to the other side of the big, huge tub. Legs splayed a little.]
I'd get a sweet, souped up ride if I didn't have someone keeping my vision focused.
[He mentions like it's an offhand remark which it is but also a reminder that while they're still on the run and sort of a marker on the radar they have to play it safe. Criminal morality is only a part of the equation. He might be healing and riding the high of a night gone well but years after the incident (set back to only weeks after) the kid hasn't forgotten just how he got shot. They need to be sophisticated about their moves.]
I didn't know you were seeing Benjamins.
[Freddy jokes, referring to the cash he got his paw on tonight. Well. Whoever the fuck is on the face of Mexican money. That proximity doesn't go unnoticed too. He sidles right next to Larry.]
Suited you pretty good. The smell I mean. The money too I guess.
[Now he's just about getting in your space, kid. Larry turns a bit, sloshing in the water. Both arms are braced on either side of Freddy's shoulders as they're face to face. The old man's knees are at the bottom of the spa tub.]
[But he won't turn down a bird that shits diamonds or a dragon that turns shit into gold. Too bad that doesn't happen in this world. Oh. Is it one of those moments? Caramel green eyes look on up at the man practically hovering over him like it's no thing, like a fox staring up at a big predatory bear with a wink and a smile.]
Naw, you just have to like it.
[He's so sure Lawrence Dimick could do a 9 to 5 if it involved 1 hour lunch breaks and babysitting dolls.]
Would you turn it down though if you had the chance?
[It is a moment like that and it isn't. Just how free flowing are the good feelings right now? Freddy's still injured and there is still a cool, undefined nature to their relationship. Committed without question. The rest is to be sorted out in the future that is starting to become more bright.]
Then I guess I gotta find something I like.
[A paw lets go from one side and rubs it's way down Freddy's shoulder, down his chest. Down. Crows feet line these bear eyes that watch for a response as much as discouragement.]
Since I don't got the skills to be a mechanic and looks like we're gonna be in the neighborhood a while... what do you think I should do?
I guess not. If we had a car we'd get free tune ups.
[Or Larry could pay him in food, games, comics, something cheaper than $30 an hour. Oh look, caramel green eyes follow the direction of that paw. Freddy's got an idea of each direction it could turn. The heat is bringing a flush to his freckled face.]
I dunno....
[What a baiting question. Is he expecting the kid to tell him to suck his dick? Freddy won't say it but he's not pushing that hand away either. It's not fair, of course the old man wants to touch him, be with him, keep things going like they were. But things aren't as they were at all. This is a run Lawrence Dimick knows very well. This is a run wholely unfamiliar to Freddy Newendyke who has lost everything save for his life and a friend.]
[For now it's about hip level. Now coasting at his thigh to just rub beneath the water. Pretty damn close to dick. Lawrence Dimick has never been a direct tease but with no refusal he has no reason to stop.]
Well, when you think of it. Let me know. Two heads are better then one.
[Now he'll touch his dick. Easy, casual even. He knows the length and weight of it.
Must it be so different here? Their lives have a much higher cost. Joy should be greedily indulged. Who knows what will come the next day? It's life on the run. Maybe he can teach that to Freddy.]
Might take a while. You know I have an imagination.
[Whoop! The second he feels a ghosting too close against him the kid is 'casually' rising up out of the water like it's no big deal. He's just feeling too pruney now. Yep, that's it. Look at Freddy play it off supercool-like.]
[Water splashes up in his face and he gives room, plenty of room. Snort. Is this the real life? He watches. Larry splashes more intentionally into his face like it will rinse away the spike of temper.
That is most certainly a no there, Dimmy. You should have just stuck with the sitting close. Shit. Shit. Shit.]
Well I wanna know.
[Trying to recover the conversation if not his dignity.]
When it pops up because fuck, sometimes I'm fresh out of options.
[Supercool and supersmooth. He doesn't look angry, neither does Larry. Freddy is kind enough to at least get a robe to shrug over himself so he doesn't flaunt that which Larry can't have (for tonight, at least) or the remnants of scabbing to his stomach. The kid takes a lean against a decorative wet bar, because that's the kind of place this is.]
Liquor mart manager.
[After the first robber goes to jail with all his fingers broken it'd be the safest mart in the entire region.]
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I am totally up for that. I'm hungry.
[And for all the super cool dude he exudes the kid really could do with not roughing it on a shitty motel mattress or the backseat of the car for a night. Another compliment:]
You did good, my man.
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Just wait and see how good, okay?
[Because he hasn't taken out each and every bill from his pockets, or shown him the two rings he's got shoved into his pockets with those bills.]
But thanks.
[For cooperating, for being a partner and not a cop. Heading toward the exit Larry still keeps his eyes sharp.]
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[Freddy says around a mouth full of fish and lobster and some other stuff that's so delicious he could cry. They haven't had real food in so long anything is good right now so actual culinary delights are a miracle. Not that Freddy Newendyke is much to measure against. Also they're apparently in a hot tub so he must be eating the leftovers they had to take back to their nice hotel room with a real shower and a real bed.]
You hit the jackpot, man.
[He says to Larry in a voice full of pleasure and satisfaction.]
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Failure wasn't an option, buddy boy.
[Especially when the option was dollar burgers and another night in the back seat.]
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[He reminds the old man oh so thoughtfully before taking a sip of his beer and sinking a little lower into the water to make an 'ahhhhhhhh' sound.]
You know you're not supposed to drink in the hot tub? Something about blood pressure and falling asleep.
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[Snort. He waves off the question.]
So far I don't see any failure. We got a healthy sum to start out.
[That they have to enjoy! The old man lifts an eyebrow he settles too but not before taking another drink of delicious beer.]
I never heard that before. You better watch me, okay? I'll watch you.
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[Freddy insists, freckled hands up now in a 'calm down, beast' gesture. Heh.]
Sure, I can do that. Sounds easy.
[Not to imply Lawrence Dimick is easy or anything of the sort. Ahem.]
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[Preaching to the fox faced crowd.]
And if you get sleepy, well I'll watch you too.
[Couldn't he crap too? Larry smiles at the scene. They're not in the City, they shouldn't be ever again...but this fees the most like the City. This moment right now.]
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[Role reversal right there. Where Mr. White was Mr. Orange's protector down to bleeding all over the warehouse floor, Freddy Newendyke fancies himself Lawrence Dimick's protector, sometimes from his own bad habits. That's not really the case here though, Freddy's just shooting the breeze, indulging in their new (but finite) fortune.]
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[Big paws go up and water runs down his fore arms.]
Fuck. The mind can wander.
[Freddy's mind. He doesn't confirm or deny thoughts of spending but he sinks lower into the water.]
I could get a real set of wheels.
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[Freddy asks, sounding stupid sure, but how else can Larry legitimately purchase a set of reliable wheels without somehow trading favors or cocaina for it?? Legal sales of first world machines isn't exactly a priority in a developing world like Mexico. In his corn fed opinion.]
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They import lots of stuff, kid. Export too. You'll see with your own eyes. Plenty of cars make there way down here. Sometimes all together. Sometimes piece by piece. Just because we're out of the US of A don't mean there aren't any car lovers our way.
[That person is no stranger he slowly moves to the other side of the big, huge tub. Legs splayed a little.]
I'd get a sweet, souped up ride if I didn't have someone keeping my vision focused.
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[He mentions like it's an offhand remark which it is but also a reminder that while they're still on the run and sort of a marker on the radar they have to play it safe. Criminal morality is only a part of the equation. He might be healing and riding the high of a night gone well but years after the incident (set back to only weeks after) the kid hasn't forgotten just how he got shot. They need to be sophisticated about their moves.]
I didn't know you were seeing Benjamins.
[Freddy jokes, referring to the cash he got his paw on tonight. Well. Whoever the fuck is on the face of Mexican money. That proximity doesn't go unnoticed too. He sidles right next to Larry.]
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[Not at all missing the fine point there. Being cautious will keep them going. Also keep them safe.]
Me and Benjamins have been involved. I wouldn't say we're seeing each other.
[His arm goes up in a stretch and settles over Freddy's shoulder. Warm water, a full belly and wallet really have a mood going.]
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Remember when I was a mechanic?
[In the City, first for a spiderwoman, then for a Stark. The kind that doesn't die.]
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[He laughs a little about it. About himself.]
You'd come home all greased up and smelling like a garage.
[Larry leans and gives him a sniff like an attempt would conjure up the same odor. Smell has memory.]
How would you feel about doin' it again someday?
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[But he would have to learn Spanish. He would have to accept not being a police officer ever again. No don't think that way, Newendyke.]
How come I'm always getting the 9 to 5?
[It's not a serious question, Dimmy, honest.]
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[Now he's just about getting in your space, kid. Larry turns a bit, sloshing in the water. Both arms are braced on either side of Freddy's shoulders as they're face to face. The old man's knees are at the bottom of the spa tub.]
You're better at it. I'm outta practice.
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[But he won't turn down a bird that shits diamonds or a dragon that turns shit into gold. Too bad that doesn't happen in this world. Oh. Is it one of those moments? Caramel green eyes look on up at the man practically hovering over him like it's no thing, like a fox staring up at a big predatory bear with a wink and a smile.]
Naw, you just have to like it.
[He's so sure Lawrence Dimick could do a 9 to 5 if it involved 1 hour lunch breaks and babysitting dolls.]
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[It is a moment like that and it isn't. Just how free flowing are the good feelings right now? Freddy's still injured and there is still a cool, undefined nature to their relationship. Committed without question. The rest is to be sorted out in the future that is starting to become more bright.]
Then I guess I gotta find something I like.
[A paw lets go from one side and rubs it's way down Freddy's shoulder, down his chest. Down. Crows feet line these bear eyes that watch for a response as much as discouragement.]
Since I don't got the skills to be a mechanic and looks like we're gonna be in the neighborhood a while... what do you think I should do?
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[Or Larry could pay him in food, games, comics, something cheaper than $30 an hour. Oh look, caramel green eyes follow the direction of that paw. Freddy's got an idea of each direction it could turn. The heat is bringing a flush to his freckled face.]
I dunno....
[What a baiting question. Is he expecting the kid to tell him to suck his dick? Freddy won't say it but he's not pushing that hand away either. It's not fair, of course the old man wants to touch him, be with him, keep things going like they were. But things aren't as they were at all. This is a run Lawrence Dimick knows very well. This is a run wholely unfamiliar to Freddy Newendyke who has lost everything save for his life and a friend.]
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Well, when you think of it. Let me know. Two heads are better then one.
[Now he'll touch his dick. Easy, casual even. He knows the length and weight of it.
Must it be so different here? Their lives have a much higher cost. Joy should be greedily indulged. Who knows what will come the next day? It's life on the run. Maybe he can teach that to Freddy.]
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[Whoop! The second he feels a ghosting too close against him the kid is 'casually' rising up out of the water like it's no big deal. He's just feeling too pruney now. Yep, that's it. Look at Freddy play it off supercool-like.]
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That is most certainly a no there, Dimmy. You should have just stuck with the sitting close. Shit. Shit. Shit.]
Well I wanna know.
[Trying to recover the conversation if not his dignity.]
When it pops up because fuck, sometimes I'm fresh out of options.
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Liquor mart manager.
[After the first robber goes to jail with all his fingers broken it'd be the safest mart in the entire region.]
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