log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

No.

[Maybe. He was laying down a little. Headache or something. What. Anyway. Not important. Oh, by the way kid, the old man's got a gun and is looking about everywhere before looking straight at Freddy. No danger? Okay. Weapon can go away back into his pants.]

What's all the noise about?

[orangetoughguy]

[The weapon didn't escape his notice nope. Anyway, he turns in his rolling chair to look at Larry, flappy hands out.]

Diamond Dave. Is gay.

[whitetwoguns]

[This ol' bear is gonna take a seat now. Larry rubs his eyes one by one with the heel of his hand.]

What're you talking about?

[And no, he is not ignorant of the existence of David Lee Roth.]

[orangetoughguy]

Diamond Dave?

David Lee Roth?

Dance the night away? [See Freddy try to sway like him in his chair.]

[whitetwoguns]

I know who it is.

[Rub rub rub.]

Tell me another one.

[Big fingers fold together as he stares at the kid. This would be the I'm not buying in face. It's got nothing to do with the hour, kid. House odds are against you.]

[orangetoughguy]

..... [Oh. He doesn't believe him.] But it's true. That Billy kid told me, I mean he's not out now but he will be.

[whitetwoguns]

He said that Van Halen was popular thirty years ago.

[Just. Sayin'. Larry folds his arms.]

What proof does he got?

[orangetoughguy]

Nothin'. I asked for pictures and he didn't have shit.

[This is more of a metaphorical slump than a physical one, really. Freddy's mouth purses to one side.]

Nobody's ever seen him with a girlfriend.

[whitetwoguns]

Well.

[Larry shrugs but why would anyone make that up. David. Lee. Roth.],

Point. However he's had more pussy than a pound.

[orangetoughguy]

[Wait a second. Freddy gets that smart look in his green eye.]

What proof do you got? I mean Eddie got hitched in '81 which you know doesn't prove shit anymore these days but at least it was public. Diamond Dave? Nothing but music videos and promos.

[whitetwoguns]

Women brag.

[Not that he's personally spoken to any of em. The concept alone is blowing his fucking mind.]

You pay a lotta attention to David Lee Roth.

[Which...could deal with the subject matter greatly.]

[orangetoughguy]

Women lie. [The kid says it so flippantly it might be considered remarkable. Oh but wait there's another thing to address.] Yeah...Van Halen's not completely my thing but...look at him.

[He points at Diamond Dave's photo.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Telling Lawrence Dimick that women lie is like telling him that the sky is blue, water is wet and Freddy is super cool. He knows. But there's something about the allure of the rock star and if you got it in front of you, well...]

He's your thing.

[He crosses his arms, a little smirk of satisfaction and a hint of something else is on his face.]

[orangetoughguy]

What. Why are you looking at me like that. They played Fresno a lot back in the 70s and 80s.

[No really, why the smirk. Fff.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Shrug.]

Say it. He is your thing. S'okay.

[Larry looks around as though he needs to check before saying.]

It's just you and me.

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy gives him a look, mildly skeptical, mildly denying. Well, it's only Larry. Besides, two can play this game.]

Well, okay.

[A look left, then right, before he's leaning in to whisper into the old man's ear. Hot breath.] I used to whack off to the sight and sound of him.

[whitetwoguns]

[Freddy leans, Larry leans. He almost puts up his hand to guard the kid's mouth for him. Fuck there is no on else here at all. Pulling back he blinks those brown eyes.]

You like them like that?

[This was more than he what he was expecting in case Freddy needs to know that. The old man leans now, talking at not quite a whisper.]

A rock and roll clown gets you hard that easy?

[orangetoughguy]

....... [Really, Larry? Really? Green eyes narrow. He leans back to fold his arms across his chest, giving a snort from his roman nose. Note the way Freddy sits with his knees spread a little wider.]

Is that cause you can't get your ass into assless chaps or cause Diamond Dave got my body ready before you ever did.

[whitetwoguns]

[Oh, he notes. Larry leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.]

All that jumping, writhing he wasn't the first to do it. ...was he?

[orangetoughguy]

What's it matter to you? He's just a clown.

[Freddy remarks ever so casually.]

[whitetwoguns]

I know you got other tastes in music.

[Tastes period. Are they reaching a gunless Mexican stand off?]

Besides, clowns can be good sometimes.

[orangetoughguy]

Like when they're wearing assless chaps and jumping around on stage gettin' teenagers real hard?

[A beat, then he's got a flappy hand out to explain.] I snuck in the first time. Rush skipped that year so I thought why the hell not.

[whitetwoguns]

Could be.

[He nods his head this way, that way as though thinking it over in a casual, it's nothing way.]

Bet your Mom and Pop weren't thrilled about it. Or did you tell em a fib to get there too?

[The old man is in, all ears. Can anyone blame him? The kid is talking about getting a hard on, jacking off...fuck.]

[orangetoughguy]

[He waves a hand.]

Fuck yeah I lied to them. Told'em I was goin' skating at the rink, you know to explain all the bruises.

[Do you like the sound of that, Lawrence Dimick? Roughed up young Newendyke.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Bruises. Larry spreads his knees and adjusts the fabric of his cotton sweatpants at the knees.]

Clever bastard.

[Enough fidgeting. He's focused on the story.]

So. What happened there at the show?