[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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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.]