[Complete with an up nod to the offering of goods in the case. He dares. They were going to case the place first. Or so he thought. Warm up the lady at the counter.
The lady who already smells trouble. She attempts to talk to the boys to feel em out. Not so great of a move.
Stupid Americans though... It takes Larry a few seconds too long to start eavesdropping.]
[You know what for that comment alone Freddy gives Larry a cool look as he stacks a third package over the others. Yeah you keep daring him, Dimmy, he might walk out with the whole shelf--except what?]
What?
[Out come the guns and the order to hit the ground. The jolt alone makes Freddy drop all his boxes.]
[This is a stick up is a phrase that is pretty hard to identify in Spanish. The sound of two guns, cocking. That can't be missed. Donuts or no donuts, Larry pulls them down low.]
We gotta get outta here.
[As he reaches for his own, he tries to keep his eyes open. There's a big, circular mirror that reflects the shop. He can see the back of their heads at the counter and the clerk looking terrified.]
[At least Freddy makes only the slightest 'oof' sound as he gets pulled down.]
Oh shit.
[He hisses when he finally gets the urgency of what's going on around them. As much as he loves his donuts the kid would never price them at death...unless the death isn't his.]
I count two.
[Freddy whispers, ready to go into tactical mode. The three boxes of donuts are still in his arms, with reason.]
[Two hoodlums. Two guns. One is coming on out. The other not too long after. He has to remind himself that in the face of survival, and the law he should consider where he hits. Kill or be killed is always the situation in the old man's head.]
We gotta stay down.
[Crouched low, he moves to the end of the small aisle to peek over the side.]
[Whoops. Make that three, old man. Don't blame Freddy for miscounting though. How was he supposed to know a third guy was there when the second Larry peers over the side he's practically eye to eye with the Mexican dwarf holding a fully loaded semi-automatic.
"Shit!"]
Shit!!!
["What the fuck?" Now it's just becoming a circus. The first thing Freddy does is throw down his donuts....to create a brief plume of white smoke. Poor donuts but they served him well.]
[The powder sugar smoke screen does help a little. It gives the old man cover as he throws himself away from sight though there's no doubt he's been spotted. Gunfire erupts in the little store.
The square footage over all is unimpressive. Hopefully they don't pay much. Especially with the shit they have to go through. Larry, more than a little riled has to growl.]
[What the hell just because he's a shorter kind of guy doesn't mean he should have seen.....that. His own gun comes out in a matter of a fraction of a second, fluid motion and second nature. Freddy doesn't give warning, that's just stupid when they're already shooting at you. He fires back at one thug, focused on neutralizing the threat and avoiding civilians.]
[Huff! No time to argue. No time to do much else than be sure their skins are saved. With only so much time to aim and because he's with a cop--even a cop on the run, the old man wills himself to keep it clean.]
Got one?
[Because he has another tagged in the thigh. Hah. For being such hot shots he hits the ground squealing. He even goes as far as to clutch his leg. The clerk has ducked behind the counter top. Hopefully none of the shattering glass is going to harm her.
A wailing love song now and then floats in from overhead when it isn't drowned out by booms.]
[Freddy answers, fairly certain he not only got the guy, he killed him. Clean shoot, as any officer would say. Except he's not an officer anymore and this ain't his town. Right away the third man chooses wisely and runs out. Yep, he's leaving the squealer behind.]
[The old man keeps guns up as he moves on closer. Ready to cover or ready to push ahead. Freddy doesn't need to get shot up again. He is very capable of taking care of himself, but if someone has to get some lead it would only be fair that the old man take his turn.]
Shut up.
[Larry gives the whiner a good kick. The last one is coming on out of his hiding place. Yes, it's the little one.]
[Oh Dimmy, if only Freddy could be in his uniform right now. The dark blue one (with the sleeve holes slightly tightened). Absence makes the heart grow fonder and at this rate the kid would like nothing more than to put it on for just a moment to stick his boot in this guy's nuts.]
C'mon!
[Bless the old bear for doing it instead. He puts a grip on a thick arm to urge Lawrence Dimick out. Adrenaline's pumping through him enough to make Freddy not bitch about his dropped donuts. That'll come later.]
[Strong arms are appreciated. Uniforms? Well, always and forever the cop killer tries to down play his true feelings. They should be obvious enough, shouldn't they?
No fully dressed cops here. Just the two of them.
This one almost feels fresh out the City.
Larry allows himself to be pulled, because he's shooting at the little robber. Small sacrifice no? Right across the chest. Maybe he'll live.]
[Freddy argues. Of course the first lady he thinks of are the cover girls. The civilian herself seems shaken but otherwise alive. The clerk's already dialing 911...whatever it is in Mexico. The gunmen are down for the count. The policia should be on their way.]
Got any ideas where to--
[Hoooooooonk hoooooooonk!! A bus bleets right before it mows down the fleeing crook only a block down.]
[Hitting the streets is easy after a gunfight. Larry tries to pull his arm out from strong, clamping flappy hands.]
I'm not-!
[The sound of a person yelling and getting crushed sort of falls to the foreground. Traffic stops in all directions. Now it is the old man's turn. He grips Freddy by the arm and starts off in the opposite direction of the hustle and the bustle. One block behind em, two. Three.]
[He comments oh so casually regarding the bus accident they're now putting behind them. Freddy's got no problem being the one getting dragged around now. It's in a good direction anyway, farther from the commotion, where they won't be identified.]
You know.
[That the old man is a pussy-hungry bear. Don't deny it.]
[The roadkill doesn't take too long to make. There after there is a huge hubbub from people. Wailing. Chatter. Shit they don't need or want to be paying attention to because they were never there.
Larry drops Freddy's arm heavily. HUFF!]
I wasn't going back to look at it or buy it!
[Still trying to catch his breath he puts his hands on his hips and then shakes his head.]
[The kid keeps up the pace with his arm let down but there's a noticeable shift in his demeanor, almost like he's growing bigger than he actually is...some sort of phantom fox predator shadow. Green eyes get a little fiery and his voice is calm but solid.]
What about my donuts.
[Freddy Newendyke dares Lawrence Dimick to make a big deal out of his precious wasted donuts.]
I knew you weren't gonna put us in the fucking line of fire for donuts. What the hell makes you think I'm gonna go and do that with some skin mag?
[Big, fighting and oh so very much a powerhouse in his own right. That is all that's boxed up in that smaller, Newendyke frame. Larry's blood is flowing. He's in a fighting mood too.
[Because he recalls very well a very extensive collection. Except that was a very specific genre with multiple sub genres that didn't involve lady pussy.]
Donuts and porn aren't as important as our lives. That's my point. But since you brought it up where the hell is your logic? Donuts don't last!
[Because he still hasn't considered the whole other genre yet. That's just not as important as telling Lawrence Dimick lady porn is worth less than his donuts.]
I haven't had one in....fuckin' weeks!
[Freckled arms flap before calming down...in a huff.]
Porn or donuts? Because since we're already out we might as well get em.
[Flapping now? He doesn't roll his eyes but he's very ready to keep on dragging this one out. Of all of the post confrontational encounters they've had why the fuck is he carrying on about donuts?]
[Traffic churns beside them. People come and go around them on the street. He stands still fixed in place for a little. For the sake of doing something, Larry puts on sunglasses.
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[Complete with an up nod to the offering of goods in the case. He dares. They were going to case the place first. Or so he thought. Warm up the lady at the counter.
The lady who already smells trouble. She attempts to talk to the boys to feel em out. Not so great of a move.
Stupid Americans though... It takes Larry a few seconds too long to start eavesdropping.]
Wait--!
[He clutches Freddy's arm.]
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What?
[Out come the guns and the order to hit the ground. The jolt alone makes Freddy drop all his boxes.]
My donuts...!
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We gotta get outta here.
[As he reaches for his own, he tries to keep his eyes open. There's a big, circular mirror that reflects the shop. He can see the back of their heads at the counter and the clerk looking terrified.]
Donuts or death, baby?
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[At least Freddy makes only the slightest 'oof' sound as he gets pulled down.]
Oh shit.
[He hisses when he finally gets the urgency of what's going on around them. As much as he loves his donuts the kid would never price them at death...unless the death isn't his.]
I count two.
[Freddy whispers, ready to go into tactical mode. The three boxes of donuts are still in his arms, with reason.]
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[Two hoodlums. Two guns. One is coming on out. The other not too long after. He has to remind himself that in the face of survival, and the law he should consider where he hits. Kill or be killed is always the situation in the old man's head.]
We gotta stay down.
[Crouched low, he moves to the end of the small aisle to peek over the side.]
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"Shit!"]
Shit!!!
["What the fuck?" Now it's just becoming a circus. The first thing Freddy does is throw down his donuts....to create a brief plume of white smoke. Poor donuts but they served him well.]
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Shit!
[The powder sugar smoke screen does help a little. It gives the old man cover as he throws himself away from sight though there's no doubt he's been spotted. Gunfire erupts in the little store.
The square footage over all is unimpressive. Hopefully they don't pay much. Especially with the shit they have to go through. Larry, more than a little riled has to growl.]
You said two!
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[What the hell just because he's a shorter kind of guy doesn't mean he should have seen.....that. His own gun comes out in a matter of a fraction of a second, fluid motion and second nature. Freddy doesn't give warning, that's just stupid when they're already shooting at you. He fires back at one thug, focused on neutralizing the threat and avoiding civilians.]
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Got one?
[Because he has another tagged in the thigh. Hah. For being such hot shots he hits the ground squealing. He even goes as far as to clutch his leg. The clerk has ducked behind the counter top. Hopefully none of the shattering glass is going to harm her.
A wailing love song now and then floats in from overhead when it isn't drowned out by booms.]
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[Freddy answers, fairly certain he not only got the guy, he killed him. Clean shoot, as any officer would say. Except he's not an officer anymore and this ain't his town. Right away the third man chooses wisely and runs out. Yep, he's leaving the squealer behind.]
...We gotta get outta here.
[Right??]
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[The old man keeps guns up as he moves on closer. Ready to cover or ready to push ahead. Freddy doesn't need to get shot up again. He is very capable of taking care of himself, but if someone has to get some lead it would only be fair that the old man take his turn.]
Shut up.
[Larry gives the whiner a good kick. The last one is coming on out of his hiding place. Yes, it's the little one.]
Not today, you little fuck.
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C'mon!
[Bless the old bear for doing it instead. He puts a grip on a thick arm to urge Lawrence Dimick out. Adrenaline's pumping through him enough to make Freddy not bitch about his dropped donuts. That'll come later.]
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No fully dressed cops here. Just the two of them.
This one almost feels fresh out the City.
Larry allows himself to be pulled, because he's shooting at the little robber. Small sacrifice no? Right across the chest. Maybe he'll live.]
Go. I'm right after you.
[Even as he's tugged along.]
The lady-?
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[Freddy argues. Of course the first lady he thinks of are the cover girls. The civilian herself seems shaken but otherwise alive. The clerk's already dialing 911...whatever it is in Mexico. The gunmen are down for the count. The policia should be on their way.]
Got any ideas where to--
[Hoooooooonk hoooooooonk!! A bus bleets right before it mows down the fleeing crook only a block down.]
.........
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I'm not-!
[The sound of a person yelling and getting crushed sort of falls to the foreground. Traffic stops in all directions. Now it is the old man's turn. He grips Freddy by the arm and starts off in the opposite direction of the hustle and the bustle. One block behind em, two. Three.]
What the hell're you trying to say?
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[He comments oh so casually regarding the bus accident they're now putting behind them. Freddy's got no problem being the one getting dragged around now. It's in a good direction anyway, farther from the commotion, where they won't be identified.]
You know.
[That the old man is a pussy-hungry bear. Don't deny it.]
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Larry drops Freddy's arm heavily. HUFF!]
I wasn't going back to look at it or buy it!
[Still trying to catch his breath he puts his hands on his hips and then shakes his head.]
What about you, huh? You and those donuts!
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What about my donuts.
[Freddy Newendyke dares Lawrence Dimick to make a big deal out of his precious wasted donuts.]
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[Big, fighting and oh so very much a powerhouse in his own right. That is all that's boxed up in that smaller, Newendyke frame. Larry's blood is flowing. He's in a fighting mood too.
Donuts. Drug store donuts no less!]
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[Pussy porn anyway...that's a big factor in this ridiculous argument.]
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What? You're fucking around.
[Because he recalls very well a very extensive collection. Except that was a very specific genre with multiple sub genres that didn't involve lady pussy.]
Donuts and porn aren't as important as our lives. That's my point. But since you brought it up where the hell is your logic? Donuts don't last!
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[Because he still hasn't considered the whole other genre yet. That's just not as important as telling Lawrence Dimick lady porn is worth less than his donuts.]
I haven't had one in....fuckin' weeks!
[Freckled arms flap before calming down...in a huff.]
Jesus forget it. Where are we going now.
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[Flapping now? He doesn't roll his eyes but he's very ready to keep on dragging this one out. Of all of the post confrontational encounters they've had why the fuck is he carrying on about donuts?]
Are you really jonesing so bad?
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[More flapping and shaking his head. The kid's just having a moment, old man, you know how this goes.]
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Okay. Now that makes more sense.]
...we could try again tomorrow, pal.
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