orangetoughguy | log post II

[After that last appreciative lick he dries the rest of his palms on the hoodie and Larry's pants again. A quick tuck, zip, and button's got the old man covered up like nothing's happened. Well, as far as Freddy's concerned they look 'right' enough to not warrant question, and this kid knows questioning.]

You mean soda.

[He counters just for comedic effect, regional differences. Nothing more.] Good enough, yeah, for now.

[If it looks like Orange plans to hold him to returning the favor later, he is. Though, wasn't his price the meal??]

No. I mean pop. Same difference isn't it?

[Sigh for those last final touches.]

Okay. More later. [That's a promise, kiddo. More of this consumable. Larry goes for a cigarette. And low, looks like they get to move up again.]

Got any cash?

[He's kidding. The old man always has something.]

[Even though he's dead wrong about the soda in this kid's opinion he'll still gladly light that cigarette for him. Click ffftt, he shuts the flame thereafter only to give Larry a look.]

No. Want me to go down on the kid at the window?

[It's all funny fun and games until they roll on up and see the window operator isn't the same kid as the speaker operator. The kid's teenaged looking, brunette, and cute. Almost too cute to be working at a fast food joint. Also, she's a girl.]

[Squuuiiiiint. The old man looks from the kid to the worker at the window. He gives her a smile and the needed coin amount. She grins back at them, maybe early in the shift to still have enough cheer.]

She your type?

[It's the shit eating grin that can't be taken seriously. Their cute, brunette server gets the shakes and float first.]

What? [Oh. Green eyes are looking that-a-way now, at the girl, only to narrow then look back at Larry.] No way. No way. Too young.

[And too female but that's beside the point. Just the thought of getting between her thighs...makes these recently cum-covered flappy hands even flappier.]

[Too young he says. Larry nods though he's about sure that there's more to it.]

You gotta point one out to me sometime that's about right.

[The bags rustle. Ah, the smell of food in the car after so long. It makes the bear's stomach growl.]

[Fortunately this kid, the scrappy dog kind, is pretty good with his words. The girl handling the window doesn't seem to notice (or care, maybe).]

Really? Cause I could, if you're into that you know?

[Into having a whole teenager between them--food. Freddy inhales the scent of fries and sandwiches and all sorts of things. He takes the drinks too, settling one in each cup holder while he keeps the shake in his hand to commence sucking down.]

You know what I'm into. [You.] I'm curious. We don't have to commit to no plans. Not if you don't want to.

[Larry's seen a few of his tapes though. And not just a few are full of cock.]

Fuck does that ever smell good. Let's get the hell out of here.

[Money paid. Drinks and food received? Yeah. Out of the drive-thru they go.]

[What does he say to that? The prospect sets the kid on edge only because he does want to indulge that curiosity and that makes him feel just a little bit shy. It's one thing to watch it on his tapes, it's another to get involved. That one time with Larry--the dopey one--doesn't quite count does it? Although it sure as hell felt fucking good.]

Okay, let's go.

[Freddy nods with a fry sticking out of his mouth like it's a cigarette. Easy does it, they'll get to that prospect when they get to it.]

[The old man lets his sunglasses slip down his nose to take a better look. There are plenty of people down at the boardwalk. It's the warm weather. Out come the people in their swim suits, Hawaiian shirts and shades. Larry is sporting his own. People watching has been taken to the next level.]

How about that one?

[He pushes is glasses up and tilts his head to the man who looks something like a shorter Johnny Unitas.]

[A guy with an arm like that could definitely do some creative things in the bedroom (or some other confined space) but Freddy isn't really feeling the rest of him. Do they have a list of criteria for cruising? That'd be almost a little too formulaic or structured...either way thought, the kid isn't sure.]

Think he'd go for it?

[Puff of smoke. Orange has his jeans, tank, and light weight flannel around his waist. Yes, this is perfectly acceptable boardwalk wear. Hey look, Johnny's stopping to talk to another guy working one of the game tables. No girl on either arm. Hm.]

I dunno. Hard to say.

[Which is something they can both attest to. Hanging back and watching is no crime. The old man crosses his arms and leans back.]

It don't look like he's got a ring from here. [Most importantly though.] What do you think of him?

[Green eyes look over the top edge of his shades at Larry's brown ones. What does Freddy think of him? Hard to say. Maybe he'll get a better idea after he talks to the guy. One more drag then the kid's putting his cigarette out before walking right up to Johnny. Bold? Maybe. But this is how he got into the heist club ain't it?]

Hey.

[The kid says to the stranger, about ready to unroll his silver tongue when suddenly...suddenly...something else catches his attention.]

Batman guitar. [Oh. My. God. That's supercool.] Winston.

[Bark bark! Today White's Winston because he does a mean Churchill expression and Orange is Ringo because that's his favorite Beatle to pick on.]

[Talking? That may not be the way to get on into it. After all, there's not gonna be much talking. Talking is what people do in relationships. This here is a two way radio transmission. Larry keeps his arms crossed, if the kid is feeling that up to giving it a go on his own, more power to him.

Except what...?]

Yeah, Ringo?

[Pushing off of the wall he comes closer.]

[Look he's obviously less experienced in the way men cruising for men communicate even though he's pretty good at busting them in LA. Nevermind all that though, Freddy's got more important things to hunt down. Hands are flapping for Larry to come closer and when he does, the kid gestures at the black logo encased in yellow, forming the body of a six string electric.]

Batman guitar.

[Oh there's a Superman one too, and a Flash one, must be a DC sponsored table otherwise a Silver Surfer guitar would make this kid blow it right in his jeans.]

[Flapping hand-like flags sheesh. The old bear is right there looking over his shoulder.]

Oh yeah. Heh.

[Meaning that if Larry thinks that's a little cool to Freddy it must be fucking amazing.]

I wonder how good those work.

[Fucking. Epic. Oh yeah his hands finally go down, a little.]

It kinda looks more like a novelty than a real guitar, but it's still pretty fuckin' cool. [Wait. He looks at Larry curiously.] You play?

[Cuz how would he know how good it can work if he's never worked a guitar, right? Furthermore, how can Freddy have gone on knowing Larry this long without knowing he plays?]

The pieces look alright.

[Not visible shit anyway. He's looking at the strings. That doesn't look like fishing line.]

Nah. I'm a drum man. I seen a decent guitar or two though.

[A paw pats him hard on the back.]

Gonna give it a try?

[Oof from the paw patting--whoa whoa whoa wait. Hold the phone. He's staring at the old man like...just staring. A staring thing who stares.]

You drum? [Oh yeah, they're still at the gaming table. One of those toss a ball into a single can deals. And the balls ain't cheap.] I'm not a lead guitar kind of guy. I'm a bass man.

[Except he's reaching into his own pockets for money.] But I'm gonna try it anyway because...Batman guitar.

I used to play the drums. It's been a long time.

[Shrug. Seeing Freddy enthusiastic about it though makes him feel like it was something jamming in a buddy's garage back in the day. Bobby played the base.]

Go for it, partner.

[Another pat, not so hard and a rub before hands off.]

[And Johnny Unitas, potential third party though he was, is on his way down the boardwalk unaware he was ever even targeted. No harm no foul for anyone. Freddy's too excited about this music man business.]

You never told me that. [Shit does that sound too chummy? Maybe the teenager manning the table--a teenager who definitely doesn't look like any potential third party--won't notice.] I played bass in fuckin' grade school.

[Winding up, and Fast Freddy, usually a short stop player, pitches the ball...overshot and over the can opening by an inch. Damn.]

Trust me, not like I cut a record or anything. Just making noise now and then. Pissing off the neighborhood. It was a good time.

[Larry honestly hadn't thought about it in years. Though in a moment he's back and remembering the way the dust in the garage would dance in what light was left of the day as they tried to bang out whatever was on American Bandstand. The kid's got a knack for that.]

Ooh. Close one. Give 'er another try.

[Oh wait. Johnny U where did you go? Long gone by the time the old man is looking around for him.]

I know how that is.

[Freddy says with a smile, harboring similar fond memories of boyhood and other memories of early adulthood that aren't so fond about his bass guitar. Getting a second ball now, because cost is no issue, the kid winds up and this time attempts an underhand toss. Pong! The ball bounces on the rim again only to roll out and over the side. Damn close.]

Damn.

[Did Larry really want Johnny U? The kid might feel bad for getting distracted if he did.]

[The two of them have rock n' roll fantasies to their credit. Ain't it fucking great to have someone who understands?]

Easy this time. Visualize.

[A coach of an older guy hanging to one side isn't too suspicious is it?

Johnny U was nice on the eyes and a throwback, sure but nothing worth crying about. Besides, the point is that they want something they can both appreciate, right? And it's another excuse to see what Freddy N is working with in his brain. Larry knows he is a Flash Gordon and Diamond Dave sort of a guy for starters, what about the everyday passing fancy that isn't on a newsstand.]

Man... [The younger guy says with a mild sound of defeat, not that he's gonna act torn up or anything. Here though, he offers the last ball to the older guy.] You try it.

[Is that suspicious? Not that Freddy cares all too much because...Batman guitar. Who doesn't want a batguitar, a batar, any way they can get it? And this blondie is just a little too old for it to be considered legally inappropriate. As for the everyday passing fancy you don't find in magazines or on celluloid...well, he's got Larry doesn't he? And Larry's got Freddy. Doesn't get more down to earth than that. A day laborer by the name of Dominguez would be just as nice too.]

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