log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[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?

[orangetoughguy]

[He's got his flappy hands ready and wheeling for a story, using the rolling chair to his advantage.]

I was in the pit with a couple friends and you know with all that people nobody really sees what's going on. It was hot and fuckin' steaming in there, all these bodies up against each other, I'm just soaking it in watchin' this guy jump all over stage wearin' fuckin' nothing, feeling hands and who knows what next to me. One of the guys we know, Petey the Prick, he starts passing around a joint, rolled up with some shit I don't even know. The point is when I smoked that thing I saw God...Diamond Dave took a jump off the stage and was surfing right above me. I had his leather-wrapped dick right here.

[Freddy gestures BAM in his face.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Freddy stories are three parts auditory and one and a half part hand movement. The rest is all in his expression.]

High as a kite and that's how it happens.

[Fuck all, Larry's smiling. Happy to hear about this kind of bullshit.]

Did you get hard right on there? I mean, your friends are around.

[orangetoughguy]

Like they'd fucking notice. Who wasn't hard? I mean there were girls in there too taking their tops off or whatever. [The kid may or may not be playing up his disinterest in those ladies compared to his interest in Diamond Dave.] I kinda don't remember the rest of the show. I woke up in some trailer, face down on the floor with a really sore ass.

[Freddy wets his lips, green eyes narrowed in blurring the line between fact and fiction. There's a pause here for Larry to use his imagination.]

...Turns out I slipped in the pit, hit my head on one of the barricades, got my ass stomped on by some shithead in steel toed Docs. I mean, that's what they told me anyway. [He shrugs.]

[whitetwoguns]

So that's where you got your appetite for destruction at least.

[Swallow. Oh yeah, he's picking up what Freddy is putting down. Clever son of a bitch indeed. Larry shakes his head.]

Some trailer? Who's trailer? Obviously you needed to head on home.

[Still no beating off either, kid.]

[orangetoughguy]

Real clever. [He nods, giving props to Larry whether or not he meant for that to be a reference. At this point though the kid shrugs.]

Someone's cousin, just a place to crash, the other guys were outside shootin' the shit, I could hear'em. The point is when I woke up, that first moment, I thought holy shit did I just get fucked by this guy? Instead of feelin' worried, it got me all wound up. Wishful thinking, you know. That's why I started jerking off to Van Halen, cause it reminds me of what could've been my rock and roll fantasy.

[whitetwoguns]

[The chair creaks a little as Larry stands. He musses up that floppy head of hair and then combs it back.]

Is that how you would have wanted it to go? Fucked until you passed out. That would have been another big secret that your parents would never ever know about.

[Besides the concert. We're talking about back then, not fraternizing in every sense of the word with a criminal.]