[No. Not completely but he is having another taste. Those hands are free to fly.]
That I know.
[No distaste there for driving. The old bear hasn't made the connection with a rent a cop to security. At least not yet. It's not being a cop that's for damn sure.]
It's a bankable skill for the both of us at this point. People confide in drivers. Get advice.
[Be a fleet mechanic for the bad guys. In a way the kid would still feel guilty if a car was used to mow down a family. It's a tough choice. Of course so's being on the run.]
I dunno...it's a lot to think about.
[Because it sounds like a day job is out of the question. What about running a place where criminal activities happen...but by his rules?? Newendyke you gotta start somewhere.]
[Fuck. There he goes again. What did he do to make it a not so cool opportunity? The old bear is only looking out for the both of them. In doing that he's only thinking about their direct well being. If it is making bedfellows with criminals well, they're already half way there, ain't they?]
I know. We gotta start trying to think of where to go from here.
[Touchy lot to think about. Larry rubs his chin.]
A suit would be an investment one way or the other.
What makes you think you can get a real nice suit here? This ain't exactly Rodeo Drive.
[Freddy says, turning his focus onto the shopping rather than the particulars of how they plan to pay the rent in these parts. And no he's not classist!! He just doesn't know better...!!]
[Lip for you there kid. The old man turns and squints remembering what direction they came from.]
You gotta wear it like it's from Rodeo Drive. That's the key. Also a tie pin and some cuffs make a big change. Something to catch attention and pull it from the rest of the shit. I now we'll be able to get some quality pieces like that here easily enough.
[Larry starts walking. Sniff and snort. He's not gonna let this one go. The kid has had his ice cream. A few fun things for home. He's very convinced that this will be helpful. It was so much easier to coerce him into dressing up if food was involved.]
You'd get something out of it. Money eventually. Besides, might end up liking it. Ever think of that?
Did I say I'd never like it? You're makin' shit up.
[Freddy gives a big old shrug like he just didn't spend the last ten minutes making up excuses for not needing or downplaying the importance of a monkey suit. Of course he heels at the bear's stride too.]
[He likes it. No, he loves it. Larry lights up his cigarette and keeps them moving.]
The other option in all this mess is we find something on our own we can make money off of. It's clear as day we don't need no licensing or shit. Not if we got money to cover our asses.
[Except between the two of them, what on earth do they have to offer in services. That is the unknown.]
Not just a restaurant. Maybe we could make money off of a liquor store or a smoke shop. People need those. Those seem like they have a pretty good income to start. We'd work our way up. Two shops or something.
[Spoiler: while always being a very loyal man, Mr. White has never been the mastermind for big time heists. Big time life planning? Well, maybe he could be better at that.]
[Freddy oh so casually remarks with not a single reference to Larry's age. Heh heh heh. He nods acknowledging these other suggestions though, legitimate ones. Nothing unlawful about a liquor store. In fact the very thought of confronting a hold up with his own shotgun tickles the kid's (former) cop fancy.]
[Freddy counters without much explanation because in his mind Mexico probably has less restrictions on leases, renting, abandonment, etc. etc. Again he's not classist....just....realistic....or something. A true American.]
....Meaning what? It don't matter? It'd still be wasted money on our part. Money we could need.
[Lawrence Dimick isn't about to have them be destitute. Fuck though they could nearly be there. Who is he trying to protect here? Freddy from poverty or his own sense of comfort.
Smoke rolls out of his nostrils. They pass a cart selling corn roasted right on the grill.]
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I'm an excellent driver.
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That I know.
[No distaste there for driving. The old bear hasn't made the connection with a rent a cop to security. At least not yet. It's not being a cop that's for damn sure.]
It's a bankable skill for the both of us at this point. People confide in drivers. Get advice.
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[Freddy says in a tone that implies 'that settles that, but what's next?'] I'm still gonna need a suit won't I?
[SIGH.]
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[For lack of an ice cream and a little more to go on it seems pretty much a let down even to his own ears. Larry pat pats Freddy's shoulder.]
Or I could be a driver. They need mechanics too. Discrete no question types.
[Which the younger man could be, he thinks.]
...a driver should have a suit. You're right on the ball there.
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[Be a fleet mechanic for the bad guys. In a way the kid would still feel guilty if a car was used to mow down a family. It's a tough choice. Of course so's being on the run.]
I dunno...it's a lot to think about.
[Because it sounds like a day job is out of the question. What about running a place where criminal activities happen...but by his rules?? Newendyke you gotta start somewhere.]
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[Fuck. There he goes again. What did he do to make it a not so cool opportunity? The old bear is only looking out for the both of them. In doing that he's only thinking about their direct well being. If it is making bedfellows with criminals well, they're already half way there, ain't they?]
I know. We gotta start trying to think of where to go from here.
[Touchy lot to think about. Larry rubs his chin.]
A suit would be an investment one way or the other.
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[Freddy says, turning his focus onto the shopping rather than the particulars of how they plan to pay the rent in these parts. And no he's not classist!! He just doesn't know better...!!]
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[Lip for you there kid. The old man turns and squints remembering what direction they came from.]
You gotta wear it like it's from Rodeo Drive. That's the key. Also a tie pin and some cuffs make a big change. Something to catch attention and pull it from the rest of the shit. I now we'll be able to get some quality pieces like that here easily enough.
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[Snort. Was that really necessary? If Freddy had fox ears they'd be flicking with disinterest. Fff.]
I kinda think you just wanna dress me.
[Lip for lip, old man. Tit for tat.]
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[Larry starts walking. Sniff and snort. He's not gonna let this one go. The kid has had his ice cream. A few fun things for home. He's very convinced that this will be helpful. It was so much easier to coerce him into dressing up if food was involved.]
You'd get something out of it. Money eventually. Besides, might end up liking it. Ever think of that?
[He paws his pockets for some cigarettes.]
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[Freddy gives a big old shrug like he just didn't spend the last ten minutes making up excuses for not needing or downplaying the importance of a monkey suit. Of course he heels at the bear's stride too.]
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[He likes it. No, he loves it. Larry lights up his cigarette and keeps them moving.]
The other option in all this mess is we find something on our own we can make money off of. It's clear as day we don't need no licensing or shit. Not if we got money to cover our asses.
[Except between the two of them, what on earth do they have to offer in services. That is the unknown.]
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[Heh heh heh. There's an innuendo in there. Heh. The kid raises his wiry arms for a biiiiig foxy stretch.]
I don't know how to wait tables.
[He could learn, but does Freddy or Larry really want to?]
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[A thoughtful puff, puff.]
Not just a restaurant. Maybe we could make money off of a liquor store or a smoke shop. People need those. Those seem like they have a pretty good income to start. We'd work our way up. Two shops or something.
[Spoiler: while always being a very loyal man, Mr. White has never been the mastermind for big time heists. Big time life planning? Well, maybe he could be better at that.]
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[Freddy oh so casually remarks with not a single reference to Larry's age. Heh heh heh. He nods acknowledging these other suggestions though, legitimate ones. Nothing unlawful about a liquor store. In fact the very thought of confronting a hold up with his own shotgun tickles the kid's (former) cop fancy.]
It'd pay the rent, I think.
[He says, words of encouragement.]
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That's something we need to really sit on. If we don't make money we're stuck with it. I don't want that.
[A job, job that is. He didn't give up a typical life to go have one once again.]
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It's Mexico.
[Freddy counters without much explanation because in his mind Mexico probably has less restrictions on leases, renting, abandonment, etc. etc. Again he's not classist....just....realistic....or something. A true American.]
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[Lawrence Dimick isn't about to have them be destitute. Fuck though they could nearly be there. Who is he trying to protect here? Freddy from poverty or his own sense of comfort.
Smoke rolls out of his nostrils. They pass a cart selling corn roasted right on the grill.]