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[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy waits until they're all in the car to talk. Oh and if he couldn't guess, the old man is driving.]

Of all the things you thought 'we' should get.

[whitetwoguns]

It could have been worse.

[Don't ask him to brainstorm how, okay? Huff. Wet nose presses right under Freddy's ear. Larry reaches to try and shove the dog back.]

I wouldn't have done it any other day or circumstance. Just hear me out. They were gonna kill him.

[orangetoughguy]

What for? Drooling?

[He reaches back to push that big head behind. It doesn't work too well. Freddy finds himself waging a little war with that wet nose.]

[whitetwoguns]

Ray says he's got a little side business.

[Besides the drugs.]

He trains and fights dogs, holds big parties and runs a gambling ring. That kind of shit. Well, this fella came into his possession. The guy had to give him up or something? I wasn't too sure. All I could see was that they were tryin' to bait him into a growl.

[Sob story as it might be, he's paying his mind to the road and all the shitty drivers around.]

Does he look like a growler let alone a fighter to you?

[orangetoughguy]

No.

[Freddy answers coolly, not wanting to comment on the rest of this guy's background because as the (former) police it would be his duty to cut that operation down to pieces. Huff.]

Our place isn't big enough for him you know.

[whitetwoguns]

They had a gun and they were going to shoot him while he just sat there like a dope.

[As a crook, a cop killing one, Lawrence Dimick couldn't abide by that.]

We got time. I'll walk 'im.

[Which sounds way better then getting a new place. That's the plan but it won't be for any mutt that doesn't have survival skills.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Yes yes yes, Dimmy, we've already established that you felt you needed to save the dog.]

You think a walk is gonna make him settle in easy?

[Green eyes glance over with the flattest expression only a feline could exceed.]

[whitetwoguns]

[How is it that the guy who eats ice cream and cereal at all hours, reads comic books and watches cartoons can make him feel like a fucking child?]

It'll help. He likes us already.

[Pant! Pant! Pant! That's the guy behind em close to the window steaming up the portion that isn't rolled down.]

Call it a for now thing, okay? I didn't want him going out like that trying to be something he's not.

[orangetoughguy]

I get it I get it you wanted to save the dog.

[Hands flap trying to pat down on a bear hide (but not while he's driving).]

I'm just saying I don't know how much more time you and I can give him.

[whitetwoguns]

[Huff! This time a Larry one. He's quiet while he thinks it over and checks the rear view mirror. There's that dog.]

I didn't think about that.

[To be absolutely honest. A great heart with a lousy sense of foresight. Like a crook that decides he wants to help his comrade bleeding out the gut.]

We could try and give him back to his owner.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah give him back to a Mexican in a Mexican hood.

[He's not saying they all look alike. That's not what Freddy is saying at all. But he is saying it would be hard not knowing what this owner looks like...]

[whitetwoguns]

Not right this very second but I could poke around. See what I can find.

[In the mean time keep the mutt. Except why is this not as exciting as he had imagined for a few seconds? No that's a lie. He didn't have time to imagine. He just wanted to save the dog from a bullet or from the ring.

What about the others, Dimmy?

Larry rubs his face and lets the car go quiet. The dog stops pacing and ends up sitting down. Phew.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Aw not the silence, Dimmy, not the silence. Freddy doesn't mean to be a heel.]

......At least he's not making a mess back there.

[Unlike certain other freckled fox faced kids. He gives the rear view mirror and upnod.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Thoughtful silence, nothing calculating or manipulative okay.]

I'd handle it if he did something.

[Accountability. Also he sure as shit isn't going to make his man go and clean piss and shit for an animal he didn't want. It's too soon.]

[orangetoughguy]

So does he have a name or something?

[Yes Freddy's feeling less bristly about the big lug, enough to actually want to get to know him.]

[whitetwoguns]

He's gotta. I didn't see no tag on him though. And I'm pretty sure that Ray isn't in the business for caring about that. They just called him a son of a bitch.

[Snerk.]

Isn't that everybody though? We should call him something. What about Pedro?

[orangetoughguy]

Hey Son of a Bitch, here boy!

[Freddy tries the silly name on his tongue. Hm. Nope. No go. At the sound of 'Pedro' he just has to give Larry a look.]

That's racist.

[Yes. That's what Freddy said.]

What about Paco.

[whitetwoguns]

[The dog sits up and tries to shove his way forward. Dog, that is not your name dog. His big head is close to Freddy now.]

Heeey. Quit it! Quit it.

[To the dog.]

Paco's not racist? Shit. Rodrigo. Alfonzo.

[orangetoughguy]

Oof.

[What smelly breath jesus christ. Freddy does his best to keep the beast from climbing into the front seat. He just thinks of it as keeping a suspect back. Yep...]

Paco's more of a dog's name.

[Are they going to fight for it now??]

Jose. Martinez. Mendoza. Arturro.

[whitetwoguns]

Juan. Carlos. Juan Carlos. Fredric.

[A purposeful taunt there. Hah.]

Paco is pretty good. Rhymes with taco.

[Stunning revelation, Dimmy.]

We'll see what he answers to. [Adjusting the mirrors he looks back. He's calming again.] You did get a rise out of him with Son of a Bitch though.

[orangetoughguy]

..........

[Fredric he says.]

How about Lorenzo?

[Two can play at that game, old man. Freddy waves his hand.] We're not calling him Son of a Bitch, it don't matter how far down the shitter he came from.

[That's a subtle judgment call on Rey Ray.]

I guess Paco's all that's left.

[whitetwoguns]

Lorenzo is Italian.

[At least he thinks it is. Shrug.]

What about Pancho? Like Pancho Villa.

[Historic crook this way more or less.]

At least he won't try and pay attention then if we're talking about tacos.

[orangetoughguy]

What's dog in Spanish? Big brown dog? That's what you are, right fella? A big brown mutt.

[Pit bull mastiff bulldog something big and mean and kind of drippy. Freddy turns in his seat to look back at the guy, hand reaching out to pat him on his big thick skull. He really is more a Lorenzo than a Fredric.]

[whitetwoguns]

Perro is dog. Marron is brown. He's no Senor Marron. Perro maybe. Sorta gets right to the point.

[As a drive he must keep his hands on the wheel. His eyes follow Freddy's motion. The dog's long tail--why is it not cropped? It's usually cropped for a dog like this.--thumps on the seat a few times.]

We gotta call him something, even if he's only going to be with us a short time.

[Gotta drive that home. Only need to have one in the dog house.]

[orangetoughguy]

Hey dog. How do you like Mister Dog? Pretty simple name for a simple looking guy right?

[Pat pat pat. Freddy's not calling the dog stupid, honest, but he does have that dopey look to him. Don't blame the kid for calling it like it is.]