Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
I guess I know what I like so I give what I take.
[Another shrug. The whistling sound of a firework goes off in the distance. No shutting eyes here just yet though the kid's starting to feel a little beat. Quite literally.]
[Another shrug. The whistling sound of a firework goes off in the distance. No shutting eyes here just yet though the kid's starting to feel a little beat. Quite literally.]
Like?
[Tomorrow's gonna be hard to get into. May as well live it up tonight. Like they don't as they do.]
Like how you like fireworks?
[He kisses him, lazy like.]
...all that talking about give and take. Which one do you like better
[Because it's hard for the old man to decide. His fingers come through that brown blonde mess on Freddy's head. On the floor he can see one of their wifebeaters. It could be used to mop up the mess. That is if it doesn't dry and keep them stuck to the seat.]
[Tomorrow's gonna be hard to get into. May as well live it up tonight. Like they don't as they do.]
Like how you like fireworks?
[He kisses him, lazy like.]
...all that talking about give and take. Which one do you like better
[Because it's hard for the old man to decide. His fingers come through that brown blonde mess on Freddy's head. On the floor he can see one of their wifebeaters. It could be used to mop up the mess. That is if it doesn't dry and keep them stuck to the seat.]
Uh huh. How I like settin'em off and watchin'em blow.
[The kid replies under another purse of his lips. It's affectionate and sentimental to curl up this way but instead of a bed it's the backseat of a car that's seen all the action. Actual cleaning up is going to be a bitch but...it's no company car. It can wait right?]
Both. Everybody kinda wins.
[He quirks his brow because duh that's the obvious answer and he dares Larry to tell him otherwise. Although, Freddy'd. be lying if he said there's absolutely no different when it comes to size.]
[The kid replies under another purse of his lips. It's affectionate and sentimental to curl up this way but instead of a bed it's the backseat of a car that's seen all the action. Actual cleaning up is going to be a bitch but...it's no company car. It can wait right?]
Both. Everybody kinda wins.
[He quirks his brow because duh that's the obvious answer and he dares Larry to tell him otherwise. Although, Freddy'd. be lying if he said there's absolutely no different when it comes to size.]
[That doesn't mean that this car won't be pampered after. They gotta make this shit last after all. Say, it is kinda comfy. Kind of.]
Boy do you ever.
[Make em blow good and hard. He's a regular professional. Firing off one after the other.]
I'll remember that.
[His shoulders lift then fall with a sigh. Better get some cleaning done. He reaches for a wife beater. Maybe it's Larry's. Hard to tell with the way it's rumpled. He drops it onto Freddy's chest and then drags it down to swipe it over both of em.]
Boy do you ever.
[Make em blow good and hard. He's a regular professional. Firing off one after the other.]
I'll remember that.
[His shoulders lift then fall with a sigh. Better get some cleaning done. He reaches for a wife beater. Maybe it's Larry's. Hard to tell with the way it's rumpled. He drops it onto Freddy's chest and then drags it down to swipe it over both of em.]
[There's a din that the old man is trying to move away from. His ear is pressed to the phone hoping the kid'll pick up this time.
Please. Please. Please.]
Please. Please. Please.]
Hey.
[Finally the kid picks up. Damn Larry's called him twice? Thrice now?]
[Finally the kid picks up. Damn Larry's called him twice? Thrice now?]
[Thank God. He was sure it was gonna be the machine. The old man sounds a little breathless. There's music in the background. Not too loud, there's some kind of a partition.]
Hey.
[Swallow.]
...You at work?
Hey.
[Swallow.]
...You at work?
Yeah but I'm takin' off pretty soon.
[All that noise going on in the background of Larry's call is more than he's used to hearing for the casino.]
Somethin' goin' on there?
[All that noise going on in the background of Larry's call is more than he's used to hearing for the casino.]
Somethin' goin' on there?
Kind of.
[Wow. Really? Old man you cannot call three times in a row and play it off like nothing is going on.]
Office party. A guy named Dewey. He's thirty. They're goin' all out.
[And the way he's talking about it is like there's a funeral or something.]
It's not the sort of party I thought.
[Wow. Really? Old man you cannot call three times in a row and play it off like nothing is going on.]
Office party. A guy named Dewey. He's thirty. They're goin' all out.
[And the way he's talking about it is like there's a funeral or something.]
It's not the sort of party I thought.
[Right. Freddy can tell already though he can tell what's bugging him specifically. Yet. There's the sound of clinking and thumping as the kid moves a couple things, phone cradled on his shoulder.]
What's special about Dewey?
[And his big 3-0 birthday that's still 3 years away for Freddy. Damn.]
What's special about Dewey?
[And his big 3-0 birthday that's still 3 years away for Freddy. Damn.]
His friends threw a big one.
[No. Shit.]
It's a rowdy crowd. They're dancing, drinking and about everything else.
[Dimick. Say it. What are you? Scared to admit you have a problem? It's a big step knowing to walk away.]
They got powder. Lots.
[No. Shit.]
It's a rowdy crowd. They're dancing, drinking and about everything else.
[Dimick. Say it. What are you? Scared to admit you have a problem? It's a big step knowing to walk away.]
They got powder. Lots.
[Freddy quips.] You tryin' to make me wish I was you--
[Oh. That changes everything. There's a moment of silent pause on the kid's end. What does Larry want him to say? What does he want him to do?]
I know you can say no.
[Oh. That changes everything. There's a moment of silent pause on the kid's end. What does Larry want him to say? What does he want him to do?]
I know you can say no.
[Freddy wouldn't hang up would he? For a second the old man feels like this is a big mistake. What if the kid thinks he's already in on it? If he went home and mentioned it there, there would be hell to pay. Shake it off. Larry, you got this.]
I know. I have.
[He swallows. In one of the lounges he's found a corner to retreat into.]
I've said no three times.
[That he can say in all honesty. Those motherfuckers can't even imagine while everyone's having a gay ol' time it's fixing to give him a splitting headache. It's been how long since he used? Six months?]
And they keep asking why my girl isn't here.
I know. I have.
[He swallows. In one of the lounges he's found a corner to retreat into.]
I've said no three times.
[That he can say in all honesty. Those motherfuckers can't even imagine while everyone's having a gay ol' time it's fixing to give him a splitting headache. It's been how long since he used? Six months?]
And they keep asking why my girl isn't here.
So fuckin' scare the shit out of'em if they ask you again. Say your 'girlfriend' eats bumping sons of bitches for breakfast.
[And that's not even much of a joke. But oh shit is he losing his temper already? Calm down, Newendyke, the old man called you for a reason. Don't lose your cool. Freddy takes a breath.]
How long you gotta be there?
[And that's not even much of a joke. But oh shit is he losing his temper already? Calm down, Newendyke, the old man called you for a reason. Don't lose your cool. Freddy takes a breath.]
How long you gotta be there?
I said my my baby's a busy girl. Her times valuable an' just for me. That's what I tell em when they're sober.
[Apparently the old stick isn't working out right.]
We're slow as shit, I'm on the clock for another hour.
[Apparently the old stick isn't working out right.]
We're slow as shit, I'm on the clock for another hour.
I'll be right there.
[Freddy invites himself without even knowing if he'll be let in. He's not 'the girlfriend' after all and he'll probably be underdressed, but he expects to be let in if Larry wants his help.]
[Freddy invites himself without even knowing if he'll be let in. He's not 'the girlfriend' after all and he'll probably be underdressed, but he expects to be let in if Larry wants his help.]
Come in the back. I'll wait for you.
[He wants to say thank you and I love you except there's a voice on the line.
"Is that her? Tell her to get her ass here!"]
Get the fuck out of here. Can't a guy get some peace?
[He wants to say thank you and I love you except there's a voice on the line.
"Is that her? Tell her to get her ass here!"]
Get the fuck out of here. Can't a guy get some peace?
Okay. Through the back.
[Larry can't see it but the kid nods like he's standing right. That other voice though, that voice can kiss his ass. Freddy's about ready to hang up but he adds another couple words of reassurance.]
Just hold on.
[Larry can't see it but the kid nods like he's standing right. That other voice though, that voice can kiss his ass. Freddy's about ready to hang up but he adds another couple words of reassurance.]
Just hold on.
[He's relieved that the message came through the line the right way. It isn't an emergency, just...urgent. The old man stands in the doorway facing the back lot. A Chesterfield is burning slowly but surely to the filter.
The party is still going with a bunch of the new shit. Some fucks want to jump around. Sounds like it'd be expected from a group called House of Pain. It sounds like something Freddy would listen to. That adds a hair of comfort.
Hold on, he said. Larry's holding.]
The party is still going with a bunch of the new shit. Some fucks want to jump around. Sounds like it'd be expected from a group called House of Pain. It sounds like something Freddy would listen to. That adds a hair of comfort.
Hold on, he said. Larry's holding.]
[And here he comes though maybe the sound of Christie Love tearing down the street precedes him. Freddy turns the corner and slows to a stop in the back lot and he plans to park wherever the hell he wants. ...He's done it before so he's no rebel but still. Helmet off, the kid dressed in jeans and a t-shirt makes his way towards a recognizable Chesterfield smoker.]
Who the fuck is Dewey again?
[That's code for "You're all right, right?" Green eyes notice the nose and clean upperlip.]
Who the fuck is Dewey again?
[That's code for "You're all right, right?" Green eyes notice the nose and clean upperlip.]
[Like a knight in shining armor. No, no. All wrong. The old man's not defenseless and the enemy isn't a dragon, it's more like poisonous pixie dust, angel dust...it's got a million names and it's the same damn thing.
Brown eyes watch him approach absolutely stone sober. He hasn't even had any booze. Combined with his suit he looks like the photograph of rigid.]
He's been working here on about two years. [Shrug. "Kind of."]
I don't work with him directly.
[Christie will be safe here. There are cameras.]
Brown eyes watch him approach absolutely stone sober. He hasn't even had any booze. Combined with his suit he looks like the photograph of rigid.]
He's been working here on about two years. [Shrug. "Kind of."]
I don't work with him directly.
[Christie will be safe here. There are cameras.]
[They also call it the serpent in the grass but whatever works for Lawrence Dimick. Seeing him as stone-faced as he is Freddy wonders how long it takes for a man to get from being addicted to being able to not give a damn when it's around. Larry hasn't reached that last step it seems. Not that anyone should expect him to so soon, especially Freddy of all people. He may have used six months ago but what about before then? It's a work in progress.]
So longer than you.
[And maybe because Dewey knows somebody, so fucking off without giving a rat's ass might not be good for the job. Okay Newendyke, you gotta go in, you gotta be Marlon Brando...in your jeans and t-shirt. Not like Lucky hasn't seen him before.]
Anything I wanna know about before we go? [Not because he'll step out if he sees it going on, just so Orange doesn't get surprised.]
So longer than you.
[And maybe because Dewey knows somebody, so fucking off without giving a rat's ass might not be good for the job. Okay Newendyke, you gotta go in, you gotta be Marlon Brando...in your jeans and t-shirt. Not like Lucky hasn't seen him before.]
Anything I wanna know about before we go? [Not because he'll step out if he sees it going on, just so Orange doesn't get surprised.]
[So far it's been a crash course. Months and months of sobriety, accomplishments and then in a snap that's it. It's all a work in progress.]
Longer than me. They're taking advantage of it being a slow night.
[The old man drops his smoke and steps on it. He wants to reach out and touch the man, get a grip on him and the reality of what they got. This man hunted him out and stayed by him even in his drugged up stupor.]
The girls are out and about. Most of em don't want to touch any of the shit.
Longer than me. They're taking advantage of it being a slow night.
[The old man drops his smoke and steps on it. He wants to reach out and touch the man, get a grip on him and the reality of what they got. This man hunted him out and stayed by him even in his drugged up stupor.]
The girls are out and about. Most of em don't want to touch any of the shit.
[He hunted him down back then now he'll stick by his side like a personal bodyguard. With regards to the girls though, Freddy snorts.]
What. You think I got a problem with girls?
[It's not so much an honest question than it is a gesture of humor. Freddy's not mad or stone-faced sour, he can go with the flow. The kid lights his own cigarette then gestures for the old man to lead the way.]
What. You think I got a problem with girls?
[It's not so much an honest question than it is a gesture of humor. Freddy's not mad or stone-faced sour, he can go with the flow. The kid lights his own cigarette then gestures for the old man to lead the way.]
[A personal bodyguard is just what he needs.]
No. [There's a semblance of a smile that pulls up on his face.] They're nosy though. Get ready.
[Larry feels like some of the fog has lifted and he can see the forest for the trees.]
Did you have any plans tonight?
[Plans he put a damper on.]
No. [There's a semblance of a smile that pulls up on his face.] They're nosy though. Get ready.
[Larry feels like some of the fog has lifted and he can see the forest for the trees.]
Did you have any plans tonight?
[Plans he put a damper on.]
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