Not by my call. He is really, really trying to make nice. Get on our good graces with a present. Presents to involve paybacks.
[Flip, flip. So much money. Way more combined with the winnings. This will give them two solid months of funds if they plan it correctly.]
I dunno him though. A lunch would help put more cards on the table. I really think with the man he brought in with him, if he wanted to be violent we would be dead. You pick up a vibe?
What kind of vibe? You mean Mexican mafia vibe? That's a little obvious.
[At least Freddy's keeping his voice down so their conversation isn't so obvious. Nice place this is, with all the plants and some rock water garden deal. Of course with them being associated with Rey Ray who knows what word could get back to him if anyone eavesdropped. Freddy's got his ears and eyes open.]
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.
[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.
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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.
[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.]
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Not by my call. He is really, really trying to make nice. Get on our good graces with a present. Presents to involve paybacks.
[Flip, flip. So much money. Way more combined with the winnings. This will give them two solid months of funds if they plan it correctly.]
I dunno him though. A lunch would help put more cards on the table. I really think with the man he brought in with him, if he wanted to be violent we would be dead. You pick up a vibe?
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[At least Freddy's keeping his voice down so their conversation isn't so obvious. Nice place this is, with all the plants and some rock water garden deal. Of course with them being associated with Rey Ray who knows what word could get back to him if anyone eavesdropped. Freddy's got his ears and eyes open.]
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[His voice is just as low. A smoke would be great. He fishes one out, ears open himself.]
Stomp on my foot or something if you get a whiff. I'll do the same.
[Flicking his lighter and inhaling, he takes the moment to try to put together his thoughts with more care.]
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[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.
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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What?
[Lonely. Lonely Ray Rey....Rey Ray. Whichever. Freckled hands go up.]
I'm not gonna date him. [That's a joke, Dimmy.]
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He's not your type.
[Like that is the only reason why. Larry taps out ash and sits so he doesn't pace.]
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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?]
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[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.
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[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.]
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Personality will do. We'll worry about more clothes later.
[This is something of a monumental statement from the well dressed Mr. White.]
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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.]
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[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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[Freddy reminds him, drawing the slight contradiction just because he can. Not that the kid could ever argue against a sharply dressed old man.]
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[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.]