log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[whitetwoguns]

[If it feels so good who is to say that it isn't? That's not the logic of a dummy but a person who wants so badly to be happy in life. This same person is leaning in hearing these gems.]

Woah. Woah. A fucking ferret? Jesus Christ. I thought those were illegal? [Then again in the arms of criminals, go figure right on over there Dimick. He waves off his own question through the laughter.] Fuck man, rodents are inherently vicious. Thank god you weren't rabid or nothing after that. One bite and that's it.

[To emphasize bite he squeezes on the kid's earlobe. Fooling around.]

Like Cujo.

[Failed story or not the old man loves em. Hell, even the ones with other cops.]

[orangetoughguy]

A fuckin' ferret. [Freddy confirms with another grin--hey hey now. He bats that paw off his ear with ease. Nothing violent of course.] Don't ask me I just cuff'em.

[That's a joke Lawrence Dimick, don't read too much into it. Freddy's not gonna cut the cop part out of his life anymore than Larry can cut the criminal part out of his life. Funny how in this city they both have something to hide and don't much share it with anyone else but each other. In Newendyke's case, he's still Orange to everyone but Larry. Only one person knows he's a cop--uh, three actually--and only one person really knows who is Freddy Newendyke.]

I'm no Cujo. [As in a drooling St. Bernard mess...however the kid's not the proper stature to be a Cujo either.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Yeah well paws don't wanna go anywhere else.]

Sure, sure, Sheriff. [They're laying off the nose. How about that? Mussing up his hair however.]

Back up a little. How are you so certain you're not? I mean, rabid naw. Or else you'd be making a meal out of me. I'm looking besides that. Though I seen you pant all wide mouth, howling too.

[That'd make the two of them. Paws are still on you Freddy, Larry moves in the back seat. Still a comfy place to stay, this beautiful car. And it's not no hot blazing summer in Castle Rock.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Floppy hair gets mussed floppily, there's just no way to stop that from happening. Freddy takes the last pull on his cigarette before putting it out.]

I can make a meal outta you.

[The kid says with all the coolness of a wifebeater leather jacket wearing new guy on the up and up, under a pair of paws. He's looking at Larry now as if daring him to argue otherwise. What's the plan for tomorrow again? Another spin before getting the car detailed? Maybe he'll corner the old man in the john with all the weight of four LA County sheriffs and a german shepherd.]

[whitetwoguns]

Don't be biding off more than you can chew.

[There we go. Mr. White can see some teeth in this fox hound. Brown eyes look over his face feeling combative and thrilled all at fucking once. He leans in for a rough kiss to taste the fullness of his cigarette on his tongue before pulling away.]

Wanna head on home now, tough guy? We can take it in to get her all cleaned up tomorrow.

[orangetoughguy]

I wou--

[Whoops there goes that word, swallowed whole by another mouth laced with Chesterfield. Freddy meets the kiss head one, so close it almost threatens to give him another hard one. Whew, breathe tough guy. He's gonna take that as some sort of acceptance for his thinly veiled challenge.]

Okay. [Freddy relents, giving another nod before scurrying into the front seat. And not without a medium-firm step on Larry's knee to get there.]