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.]
[What a blessing that is actually. Out of sight, maybe out of mind since it is very much out of reach. The old man gives him a mental shake again. One of these days he'll figure out what he's doing wrong.]
Y'don't mean that do you?
[He stays seated in the water, stewing a little bit longer.]
[Heh. Larry rubs his face. Staying in the warm water keeps them separate while they have this conversation. More opportunity to not make a mistake a second time.
Look at him, really look. He seems content, don't he?]
There's more to it then being a good shot. But I won't go knocking it completely until I tried it. At least until there's some real stability around here.
[Income. He means income. That goes without saying, right?]
[Freddy raises both hands to mirror the shrug but he knows what Larry is getting at, wanting them to live in leisure. Hasn't the bear accepted for all his fun loving comical ways the fox also needs something to keep him occupied 24/7? Whether it's 10 to 12 hour shifts half the week or a longstanding hobby.]
If I had a choice you'd never need money anymore.
[One factor out of the equation, then the kid can focus on providing the high of a heist in some other way for the old man.]
[This won't be a shrug fest, one would be fitting here. At least they agree upon it being something that may be unattainable. And they can talk about it. He sighs and gives up the ghost of keeping relaxed in the spa. Larry stands and gets the water draining.]
Sure would be great.
[A fairy tale. Living means needing money because money is survival. And that is not stemming from the taste for a high roller life. This is the closest thing they've had to it since leaving the City. It's chump change by their old standard.
He finds his own robe and slips it on, keeping eyes to himself.]
Let's not go and get down on ourselves. We had a good day.
[Remember? In his life time Lawrence Dimick has been rejected before. The lack of sexual activity can be endured. He is still trying to work out what it means. What it will mean.
He's healing still ain't he? He is still around you talking about a tomorrow.]
[Another shrug as he pours himself a second drink.]
I didn't say we didn't.
[The fact that he's consented to being kidnapped and driven down to Mexico without alerting the authorities which Freddy could do in one breath ought to tell you something, Lawrence Dimick. He's still trying to process his own troubles, leaving his life behind, leaving his badge behind, trying not to get an infection or bust open his belly again, being thrown back in this world and still being denied at least a farewell to his family. All these losses are on Freddy Newendyke, all given up to stick with this old man, and you still need to touch his dick as soon as possible, Larry? That moment at the highroller room was just a brief respite and reflection of a life they'll have to rebuild all over again and the stakes are higher.]
...Thanks anyway. [The kid says, knowing thank yous are unnecessary.] For winning.
[Money is all he's been after because it seems like the rest should come with it. Made men and women don't have worries about security or company. Every penniless fuck that's been down has seen it rubbed in their face that the wealthy make the world go 'round and keep the little guy fighting.
Truth or not, they still have to fight. And truth or not one big game win doesn't mean they'll have rest or be off of a hook. Freddy's been the old man's biggest asset outside of his own skill. He has had friends, partners. But a family and a life to kiss goodbye?]
Don't. You don't have to go thanking me or anything.
[Freddy points out with a foxy chirp, sort of casual, matter of fact. Because between the two of them Freddy may know how to be Marlon Brando but Larry knows how to play the actual game. Come on give yourself that credit, old man. He may not want you to touch his dick right now but he wants you to have at least that.]
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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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Y'don't mean that do you?
[He stays seated in the water, stewing a little bit longer.]
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[Look at these foxy brows knitting, truly curious and involved in this conversation about possible 9 to 5s for a Lawrence Dimick.]
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[For the two of them. Yes, they will talk more on this. Show him how cool you can be, Dimmy. How much you can keep at bay.]
I just don't see myself doin' that. Lotta customer service ain't it?
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[Look at his body language, so casual and cool. Yeah Newendyke, you can pull this off.]
What liquor mart do you know puts customer service above keeping a gun under the register?
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[Heh. Larry rubs his face. Staying in the warm water keeps them separate while they have this conversation. More opportunity to not make a mistake a second time.
Look at him, really look. He seems content, don't he?]
There's more to it then being a good shot. But I won't go knocking it completely until I tried it. At least until there's some real stability around here.
[Income. He means income. That goes without saying, right?]
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[You know, to increase the stability around here, because they can't rely on Larry cleaning out highrollers forever. Or can they??]
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[Big shoulders shrug.]
I wouldn't want you to work ever again if I had a choice.
[Let him be comfortable, happy. Not have to worry about funds or sacrifices. He sincerely hopes that doesn't sound like a wish for domesticity.]
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[Freddy raises both hands to mirror the shrug but he knows what Larry is getting at, wanting them to live in leisure. Hasn't the bear accepted for all his fun loving comical ways the fox also needs something to keep him occupied 24/7? Whether it's 10 to 12 hour shifts half the week or a longstanding hobby.]
If I had a choice you'd never need money anymore.
[One factor out of the equation, then the kid can focus on providing the high of a heist in some other way for the old man.]
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[This won't be a shrug fest, one would be fitting here. At least they agree upon it being something that may be unattainable. And they can talk about it. He sighs and gives up the ghost of keeping relaxed in the spa. Larry stands and gets the water draining.]
Sure would be great.
[A fairy tale. Living means needing money because money is survival. And that is not stemming from the taste for a high roller life. This is the closest thing they've had to it since leaving the City. It's chump change by their old standard.
He finds his own robe and slips it on, keeping eyes to himself.]
Let's not go and get down on ourselves. We had a good day.
[Remember? In his life time Lawrence Dimick has been rejected before. The lack of sexual activity can be endured. He is still trying to work out what it means. What it will mean.
He's healing still ain't he? He is still around you talking about a tomorrow.]
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I didn't say we didn't.
[The fact that he's consented to being kidnapped and driven down to Mexico without alerting the authorities which Freddy could do in one breath ought to tell you something, Lawrence Dimick. He's still trying to process his own troubles, leaving his life behind, leaving his badge behind, trying not to get an infection or bust open his belly again, being thrown back in this world and still being denied at least a farewell to his family. All these losses are on Freddy Newendyke, all given up to stick with this old man, and you still need to touch his dick as soon as possible, Larry? That moment at the highroller room was just a brief respite and reflection of a life they'll have to rebuild all over again and the stakes are higher.]
...Thanks anyway. [The kid says, knowing thank yous are unnecessary.] For winning.
[Wow does that sound stupid or what?]
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Truth or not, they still have to fight. And truth or not one big game win doesn't mean they'll have rest or be off of a hook. Freddy's been the old man's biggest asset outside of his own skill. He has had friends, partners. But a family and a life to kiss goodbye?]
Don't. You don't have to go thanking me or anything.
[It wasn't easy but what sort of skill was that?]
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[Freddy points out with a foxy chirp, sort of casual, matter of fact. Because between the two of them Freddy may know how to be Marlon Brando but Larry knows how to play the actual game. Come on give yourself that credit, old man. He may not want you to touch his dick right now but he wants you to have at least that.]
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[Robed and drying he gets a beer too. That was one fast draining six pack. He'll try and get another for them.]
You'll get your moment to shine bright too.
[Not a card game. Something else that will save their skins. He might not be getting exactly what he wants but the compliment is true.]
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